Текст песни Mattimeo - Моё имхо

Modest rides moving quietly
I will say immediately Eeeto my IMHO.
Experience and time proved to me that sneezing
Not a mismatch.
And where I am slowly a minute,
The passing wind of inspiration is pushing me by stranded,
And so no longer the first mile sailing with imaginary
Without tired, parchment stacking ink.

In my little white player, unknown repipers,
We would know some how hard it happens when it does not rush.
So much time is spent on the joint of the left tracks,
It seems not to be a stupid but also not to say that with the mind.
But despite this we climb on tops,
I conquer the mountains, without looking at errors, we read we write we write.
Appreciate the creators of the quiet regime
So, Eeeto my IMHO brother!