Текст песни 4пыль - Беги

Turn off your phone if by chance,
I was not in the network, and where I was fading in the evenings?
Never mind. Moscow "Reverence" or "bitter" park
We were met by running from Friday to Thursday.
Someone is trying to escape from the world.
We just run. My rhythm is not ideal.
Again the hell mode. Routes along the river,
Eagerly gasping for air,
We are running crazy about the crowd or alone
Today, barely home. Seven.
What the hell, half marathon?
Another kilometer and cherished 5 hours sleep.
Run through the corridors of the office cells
Through the barriers, along the dotted line
Road markings, by and along the PS60.
Run me or flight with me.

Red face, running shoes "Asics" or "Nike".
Running without manifestos, just run to the buzz.
It looks not an athlete, but ran as a child in a basket.
I returned to the game after so many years.
Free, but tired, I'm running, albeit small.
A couple of pictures in Instagram - let everyone know,
As we rest. I was somewhere in the drag race.
And breaking plans run on the areas,
Alleys and neighborhoods ... No goals in the same way as there are no limits.
We run on a sock or who knows how to:
Without reasons, without obligation and without trails.
Fast, slow, or two hours three minutes.
Everyone has the right to choose their own,
But if you run away with me. PS50.
Run me or flight with me.