Артём Соль - Как бы не так
текст песни

/music and lyrics: Artyom Sol/

through mountains and forests
I didn’t make my way on my own
very good, try it
all within himself, but himself outside
on an invisible wave
full/with this joyful Europe

as if it weren't so
half empty
route lines

through somewhere and nowhere
that he had something to do
and was probably sitting idle
through something and nothing
white storm sprouts
it's just sore nerves

as if it weren't so
half empty
route lines
somewhere not here
hang it on the wall
me between them

through mountains and forests