Текст песни GIDO - Новое Виение

Not really think about the painful
Winding circles over and over again, with something in between
We cross this line between something
From the golden mean we sail straight to paradise.

The sky is overhead, the hand is closer to the sun
The clouds carry home what society feeds on.
Wing at the thought of what is happening
If the state were not only sleeping.

The road is longer than we initially think
And the bottom is not visible, it is somewhere under the tiles.
The usual state is three-story mats,
The usual state is a cotton head.

Then the ending, sadness, tears, after the intrigue.
Learned the two sides of the coin - you don't become superfluous.
A new wind in our space
The body is completely in hip - hap, and the soul is on rags.

We have no time to think about the painful
Around the fuckers are compared to something in between.
Torn larynx, no funeral farewell,
Someone wanted to fly because of the lack of filoks.