Текст песни Crop - Мой сон

Let our past leave leaves
As paruc, one that is independent for a long time,
Try not to drown himself in his thoughts,
Where letters online network bury letters.
And I draw your soul brush
Trying to wrap tone as the sky is clear,
The sad sound - it's your ghost
And quickly people go under the number.
Waving his wings, fly up,
But all these flights then pull down.
Do you want to change something? This is a huge risk,
If even shed tears - you smile.
Let all pass, acceleration clouds
Street learns to win and not to lie in a heap
Come on, open your eyes, tighten deeper
Heart roars, but much better

This is my dream, he will not leave
The goal is so close that file by hand,
All the sadness let rain wash away,
The city breathes river