Текст песни Миша Маваши и Скими - Моя музыка

As long as the screen and titles only approach
People who continue to understand who to approach.
Telephone on edge , this time again, like Chelyabinsk
Tea boils in the kitchen , under the balcony again someone wanders .
The father said that otgrebet - in the end the most intelligent
Anyone who is not afraid to talk about all silently thinking .
In the course of this will happen, but I'm glad that we are united
The path is far , we still reached the center .
Foreheads beat in Internet yazykatye teenagers
I do not often say that the correct Russian late
What I proplachennaya personality. Ah, yes for God's sake !
Buttons instead of speech there every second strictly .
Dad saves on the wall hard all my posters
My mother cried , staring Mavashi interview with Misha.
I am quiet right now , but before that - without exception moved the roof.
My girl on the road hundreds of messages writes .
Anyone looking for a case of pay and turn the former ,
Each memory sounds, smells - Back to Native .
Tons smsok , correspondences , telephone coverings
Everything that happens in any drags only for the better.
While the idea of ​​breathing, can you hear the music alive .
If it's in your head , then you will not be superfluous.
Add sound, it does not matter , in St. Petersburg or Paris
Found myself in words ? So we're a little closer.

His arms I breathe free feeding, exactly .
And we're home , even without blood ties .
Indispensable is gold. It is priceless .
Lives inside you warm . Fire through the veins .