Текст песни Чебоза - Одинаково

I do not read Hustler, I do not watch football,
I am sympathetic to Castro, in which a joke.
I was freezing at night, I dream strange dreams,
Wide open all the windows and crosses along the roads.
Do not hang me on the fragile shoulders the problems of the whole world.

Our hands are the same dirty,
We dress with you in different ways.
Our hands are the same dirty,
We dress with you in different ways.

Do not teach me to cry and do not teach me how to live,
My broken heart still knows how to love.
My eyes were empty and still, that spring,
There is no one at the bedside, my freedom - my prison.
Do not hang me on the fragile shoulders the problems of the whole world,
Do not hang me on the fragile shoulders the problems of the whole world.
I do not remember his name-otchetstvo,
We all mstim for his loneliness.
I do not remember his name-otchetstvo,
We all mstim for his loneliness.

Our hands are the same dirty,
We dress with you in different ways.
Our hands are the same dirty,
We dress with you in different ways.
Our hands are the same dirty,
We dress with you in different ways.
Our hands are the same dirty,
We dress with you in different ways.