Текст песни Ju1ka - За то,что

Summer has passed, the colors have wilted
Past grievances are still unforgettable
I don’t know how to speak catchy, but understand
Everything happens, this is life, not books.
Wild time, alien morals,
I'm a resident of the city from the mud
The polar pole on my scalp
All that is peculiar is not ugly.
I’ll surely find a way out, hear?
no matter what, I go all-in shadow
What falls off the roof is no longer as important as the roof
thousand carats.
I won’t make a fire here, make a banter
from the glasses erased breathing: yours and mine, spots were exposed
condensation and just tears flow down the window.
In your opinion, and mine, but not on one together, but
I would like one at a time ... sorry, but we're on the road.