Текст песни Макс. Петряев - Дураками

Go along the streets
Never frown
Don't struggle with anyone
With nothing
There is no need to quarrel
The world is arranging the world
Have no one to hunt
Not for what

All Machines Train Airplanes and Steamers
All hours and all the weather all places and all nations
With them at the same time at any time of the year

Fools experimental
All roads are protozany
Happiness with pain chords
Fools are chosen

They are just rus
They are lucky
And all answer
Them for everyone hello

Witched to the bone
By sea on a hop
In the sky on the swallow
In dreams
Love to Oduri
Differently it is necessary
Rejoys delete
Miracles

Someone will pull the archives to understand their motives
Will fold new songs of Elvis Presley
Repeat from the ash again go to the peco

Fools experimental
All roads are protozany
Happiness with pain chords
Fools are chosen

And always for takeoff
They do not take them
And as if nonsense
But as if no