Текст песни Joy Kings - типа устал

at the sunset of your days did you know
not a ride dump type tired
and suddenly realized how to live
what to press where to run why hurry
your voice is like a bullet headshot
the inside burns his head
and I realized you need to become different
at the behest of your hand
I will listen to the wind
I will warm them at night
I will have so much to tell them
together we will wait for the summer.

options for us with you
offered to choose between love
and the right to make mistakes.

as many entrances and one exit
to freedom but we do not want
and I realized you need to become different
at sunset we go to the seas
raise anchors do not lose
do not lose these beacons.

so many people are afraid to live
where are you god in the window
hiding in fire or smoke
in a children's sandbox fooling around
in half an hour can not cope
he probably needs to like
but there is no time it’s a framework and rules
and it seems he liked you.