Текст песни UMC - трек

This stream of winds and clouds above the head
I don't even want to live from this phenomenon
Permanent wind is mistaken somewhere
My notebook on the table in new words needs
Infuriates if there is no money in the phone and in your pocket
Infuriates if because of the trifle, my tube skins
When you write text, then the pencil will break
Infuriates if the battery is not necessary but it sits
I walk everything forward and understood many riddles
In this life path always helped me brothers
I write my text when people go to sleep
I wrote and tired to appreciate my work
Minus me inspire and nicotine is not necessary
Again the problem is not a loved one
In verses is successful and folded
Why in life is not so insulting and sorry
In the texts I am writing that I see
What I want and what I hate
No strength i'm tired of everything i'm renounced
I go down the street face hides a hood .....