Текст песни Хари Кейн - Трамплин

The Trump left ear, right ear Lin
My life - it is a springboard

And to disperse all flew
all their songs in the shower, I quail
All Veri Val and I like waterproofs
Not absorbed and I cacography anacoluthon
I fly, fly, fly and I to whom?
In a distant land? He will drag me to the bottom
There my creations are some of the dishes
They would be lambs, but not dry my sketch

Probably not I be smart and lapidary
Louder and louder beat on drums
I shout that I stood no more grateful
I pulled down my head, if I become boring and incompetent
I fly in the sky over the city of sin
No, I'm not one of those elites, whose thoughts breeze
And would skolbo did not fancy my new strokes
Joyful wives and fiances, my impulses in a single color