Текст песни Thomas Mraz - May 13

My friend suddenly
You leave me and go away.
Know that we are again we gather,
Although the road is calling
Dirty hippies, but with pure karma
I would exchange all the riches of the world on a hammock under a palm tree.
Hitchhiking across all the planets,
Through the city and there is no place,
Wherever you stay forever.
Roadside Picnic,
All bore slaps
Because spending my time,
And believe in prophecy.
I gathered himself,
He collected their lives and dreams.
And those who are sitting on the ground, though, and warm
I can not understand.
I do not want to understand
Those who forgot the dream.
Life - is a rare prize,
Rare as the card Mew.
My friend suddenly
You leave me and go away.
Know May we gather again,
Although the road is calling