Торба-На-Круче - Всё, что ты думаешь
текст песни

All you think tell me without thinking what you say.
We fly over the abyss in rye, you don’t feel, but you fly.
How did you live all these days ...? Nonsense ... all these years.
Evening lights lit up. Light, and there is nothing but this freedom
There is no freedom ...

There is no war and so silent - all the more not.
War, like a fresh spill wine, is a bouquet and color.
Color and bouquet of your eyes, in your moon.
The evening takes us hostage without explanation and hesitation
String ...

All you think tell me without thinking what you say.
We fly over the abyss in rye, you don’t feel, but you fly
How did you live all these days? Nonsense ... all these years.
Evening lights lit up. Light, and there is nothing but this freedom
There is no freedom ...

The neighbors breathe so restlessly and groan in a dream.
So that the children would not fall asleep without fear, they do not extinguish the light.
The topic is beaten thousands of times, midnight tea.
Darkness quietly caresses us, and you do not turn on the light.
Light …