Текст песни Max Pain - С легонька

Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...
Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...
Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...

More than ambitions, but less than the realities of the world,
On "Paradise Production" again five minutes to ether,
Undormatical thoughts were looking for a way out,
But why, no one needs it, no one asked me
And I asked not so much: a smooth road,
Time to keep these poems
Forces to not check the essence of the painful threshold,
Intuitively drawing these strokes in the notebook.
And I tried to justify the hopes of those people
That believed in the talent of the pronunciation of beautiful ideas,
And if there is a ability, then there will be a result,
Only now my columns are silent two weeks in a row.
People say that my thoughts must be put on the flow,
Someone is glad, someone turns into shock,
But, as a result, I put these tracks on the conveyor,
So that you just could load them into your player.

Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...
Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...

And the time runs away through the fingers of the mockery is true,
Smiles, laughs, looks arrogant,
Learn to measure life is already a completely different coin:
Through the prism of samples and errors, lived moments,
Bright impressions and dull days, rather boring,
The sky is tightened with clouds, and I, with the bats inseparable,
Cutting the air with white soles a ked,
People are watching, but I'm not to them, alas, there is no case.
SMS to phone: "With good morning, love!"
The required attribute for a good day,
And for me her voice, so native and cute,
From the very threshold of college with a smile will meet me.
Instead of lectures, smooth lines already familiar to you poems,
Soch the soul, stupidly not sparing words,
And I am ready to spend the life to just love
And you want to do everything, and you rush to live.

Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...
Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...
Like the wind in the steppe, as if in the river water,
The day passed and back, the day passed and never would never come ...