Текст песни METAS - ВЕТЕР В ГОЛОВЕ

Let's leave the punches you bitch punchers from boredom patchers in your hands
Let's do shit by kachi all in our hands by kachi from boredom by kachi
stay

And how many people did not see the words passed through them
A forgotten rumor sometimes worthy of truth and a head goes around
From fishing fishing
And again the word cache
Your swallowed before
Why did he just say
Say now a hundred about another truth is not that
People swallow whatever you say, because the audience is not what it was
And you just have to make a mistake and head off your shoulders
It’s visible that it rolls from hopeless thoughts why it didn’t
And with a new affair, he lay down with a briefcase with a new look.
With the layout of anti-rash drugs

A simple guy in life, he did not solve problems
I didn’t talk to people that I didn’t want
Went dear clean chalk dyed road
What knew for sure the limit of his vices

Used but in moderation while calmly in the shower
But after a while he began to breath again
Walked, smoked and drank often from the part I liked
Well, then I decided to start my punch from the beginning

The road to music is as if in a sweet home
Slightly stoned sad eyes swollen
It was very familiar that he felt empty
After all, feelings were far his art

And in his childhood there were no luck as without them
He said he wanted a new ball, he envied others
And again he alone died down
That rain accompanied him on the road on empty days

How tired of everything then he believed in God
Eyes on top calmed down and with a new feed
He went home to his own soul and understood
That all that his parents have is a funny number

After the boy grew up, things were badly battered
without dropping his eyes everything in the heart carried away
Why years run when they lose loved ones
he asked a question to himself and people on the black list

Already studying at home work family and children
He gave solo concerts to fans of labels
And all that he dreamed of broadcasting these
His childhood dream has come true specifically since childhood.

and everyone likes everything, others envy him
There are those friends who are close and gas in the apartment
He closed his eyes to what was before
And those important insults he once forgot

Now friends and those who were enemies before
He understood that trusting them was not faith.
And with a new echo came a mate in his review
And he thought for earlier but thought of something else

Writing out of boredom, these tracks admired him
And he himself listened to himself often as a hit
He was not proud of these, he simply posed fate
Trying to hide your hearing from unnecessary sounds

How much he wanted a worthless mess
The detail is not unimportant and from you to you
And everyone knows not the years that have passed
And how did he understand the important thing that was these days