Miki-Glyba - Осы
текст песни

Cold in the summer of the cold, the wasps fly.
The earth drags from the sky, sticking into a jar,
And I would have clouds in my hands and pick up those thunderstorms
That the bones are building, interfere with living!
And if you think alone, you stayed at all,
And there is no one nearby, and "how are you doing?" "No one will ask,
Come on, dear, do not sleep! Inhale deeper, fresh air!
It's time to climb, enough to be a snail!
Hurry up to grab your dream
Carry through the ramps of the elements,
And for the first time you will see you

"" How successful have you been! ""-
Oooo-o-o-o-oh
The world will say.
Oooo-o-o-o-oh

People always demolish temples.
They do not need scum.
Happiness is only for stubborn
This is the only way you will fly ... Flying!

Cold in the summer of the cold, the wasps fly.
The earth is dragging from the sky, sticking into a jar,
And I would have clouds in my hands and pick up those thunderstorms
That the bones are building, interfere with living!
And if you still have not clung to my spiritual overkill with a rainbow,
There is a lot of muck in life, you put a fence from people,
If you want to leave fate, hiding your heart on the shutter.
I will break all the windows! (What have you put on?)
I will break all the chains! (Stop ital!)
Why can't you?

I see you fly!
Oooo-o-o-o-oh
You are flying
Oooo-o-o-o-oh
You fly, fly, fly,
You fly, fly, fly,
Oooo-o-o-o-oh

Here is such a song.
Sat at home, the wasp flew up
And then it rushed ...