Текст песни Добрый - Закончатся метели

I'm tired of your teachings, conversations
I myself know what and how?'ll Take care of himself who we are?
cure himself, he'll blow himself come out of coma
set fire to himself the whole world, you are too familiar with it
I'm not a poet, but I write it all on the sheets
My mother does not cry, it means that I'm the son of bitching
And all that is dear to me, I do not put on the scales
I did not put on hold on, what we built
I just smoked somewhere, and again forgot
Just back the money spent on the smoke, not the flowers
I do not know who we are, I do not know who you are now
Live hip-hop is now closed door for you
Again a blizzard outside, head produces ideas
We did not have time, or simply too early to sit
We unwound life is not like you and I want
But winter will pass, and run the blizzard