Текст песни ChipaChip - Перемены

I want to be where there is no me and no where her tears
Where the purity of thoughts is not exchanged for curiosity.
Yes, I'm serious, I'm tired, broken into pieces
I leave in the jungle, the thought - the jungle, with a week of anguish.

How many lost many steps did not go there
The calendar does not have a date, how many unnecessary here ladies.
I'm waiting for spring, blindly days ZhSU
I leaf through too quickly this vital book. And Che?

I have heard that there is almost every doomed
I have to catch your breath, to direct hot.
To put himself in each of his fresh trechok
That but music with any physician is not met.

I want to be where my area to see relatives views
Where we debris, mud again, because these everyday angered us.
And let me to accelerate my slow pulse,
And scroll through the negative, press the soft to the panel.