Текст песни S.o.R - Стихия скорости

Runaway days and his dreams of destiny
By the broken roads
He was talented, very fond of life, but killed
Internally it is broken
In the evening, again all again to conquer, to repeat
Mind somewhere disappeared
The right to think it through words sweet dreams songs
And not very secretive

He always dreamed of
But I am going crazy
But he was walking trail
blowing Down

Fleeing again from their ideas of themselves
With the potion does not leave
He knocked on all the roads, that threshold - the way alarms
With this white happiness
And it goes astray, all the dreams of the features
The rate of new passion
The powder and the whole fate of the day a holiday, the speed of sleep
Not owns happiness

He always dreamed of
But I am going crazy
But he was walking trail
blowing Down