GATASKI - 1999
текст песни

Young
I walk barefoot on glass
I laugh easily at problems
You redeem me, I was born to be high, to be high
Half will talk about us behind our backs
I can't say it outright
I can't tell them all outright
And why do I feel like I'm falling myself
My head hurts, I'm glued to the screen again
Like a knife
A stone in my soul
A generation under fire
A target on my head
On my tongue
A circle on my tongue
Grams on the glass
She's only 16
We look death in the eye
We always flirt with her
We play gradually
You shouldn't see me off
I'll close the door myself
We're all in our own minds
Sometimes it hurts
Fate has thought of everything
Time the wind in your head
Will carry us down with you
Raindrops on the glass
I'm spilling nonsense
Reminds me of a cult
They won't notice us
Hands gripped the steering wheel
Light up and don't freak out
Give me a few seconds
Me I will live them too