Текст песни Nafanya - Будет все хорошо...

I was told the shop that everything would be fine,
I thought that this show and went away,
The road is long, waiting stations,
Baby I, and I would like the glory of glory.

Now I know only one thing, my dream surrendered
fell on the floor and far away.
I will hurt me, the condition is familiar
After all this creativity, I do not become usual.

let's share everything, paint the rough black color,
Now winter and borrow color from summer,
We violate the rules, write our laws,
We like these yards of the entrances and balconies.

We live differently, with creativity syndrome,
We are smiling people, and in response they seek them,
We are building different grims, one person,
Are we real? I don't know myself !!!!