Текст песни Саша КосмоС - Да

Putting new peaks of bliss
Rising on the sky, dropping to the ground
I'm trying to achieve perfection
It does not make sense to turn left

Tearing space with bright sunlight
I highlight the danger of tram tickets
In ridiculous answers, on sweaty palms
In the opposite wind, on the endless field

Yes Yes

Everyone has its own illusory world
Not holiness, no anger, not drunkenness, not a feast
And each of us chooses myself
Where to go and on whose footsteps

I do not know many, I go according to
Through his own shame, through its own
I kill reality, knocking out a spark
Eliminating the formality, climbing in Nora

Yes Yes