Андрей Читаков - Фанат цз
текст песни

CHORUS

We Can Fly
I Can Fly
I Can Fly

Camping 1

Yes, I play a liva fan for distillations
It’s better to die here from longing
Burn like a star every day brighter
And if you take it, take everything and nothing else

You hear a voice inside which you believe
And if so, all the doors are open
I am 29 I am still true to my dream
Here and now and not tomorrow is confident in myself

Head boils the ideas of a new day
And with each level, all this game is more difficult
Film life and we want all the best roles
But like many in the masses, we play in the end

The author of the trilogy of his path
What did you achieve to your thirty
And remember tomorrow may not come
We forgot that we can fly

CHORUS

We Can Fly
I Can Fly
I Can Fly

We Can Fly
I Can Fly
I Can Fly

Camping 2

We can only fly wings to ourselves
Inner fire went out under a layer of dust
They yourself forgot that they once went down from heaven
And often fill in everyday stress

Night again and I go hunting
I make money with my head I love my work
Before sweat and blood patience
I add to my other Noler in my account

I can't stop me fan
Run on the blade of a knife after a thousand miles
Thousands of signs through thousands of words
The inner voice says you are ready

The author of the trilogy of his path
What did you achieve to your thirty
And remember tomorrow may not come
We forgot that we can fly

CHORUS

We Can Fly
I Can Fly
I Can Fly

We Can Fly
I Can Fly
I Can Fly

Music author: Veslan askerov
The author of the text: Yaroslav Cardello
Sound engineer: Alexander Shpak

Kaliningrad, 2014