Текст песни Галечка Титова - Потеряшка

And rushing, run, headless,
But, but, with ogromenny heart.
Beat his hands, welcoming the new,
And joy nowhere to go!
Life changes at times - devalued
All mind was sacred.
To God simply having fun, "It is!
I want to be his one hundred and tenth! "
And I do not care if someone thinks,
What pride you Poteryashka.
They are angry with people all smart,
Ants, only high-rise buildings.
You them fast as an arrow, diagnosis:
"Your life - this is the autopilot."
Whether business, emotions, right?
And the reality? She can wait ...

And so, in this colorful chaos
Grasshopper on a couple of years ...
Her home would now get better ....
I turned around ... and at home .... no ...