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Track lyrics Enough - With the hope of wings (feat. nerves ) from the album Basta 4

Drag my music and everything around -
I can play the road - my house ,
Sky - my notebook, until we as a couple
We're not going to sleep !

Coffee - my friend, music - my drag
And all around - I can play ,
The road is my home.

With the hope of wings, living on the edge,
Singing with anguish at the very edge .
Let bit naive , with no clear plan ,
But with the hope of wings.

On a cold roof - sweeping , and impressive step
Raspihali fear and pain - by bottomless mines .
Black and white foothold as a board for chess
Ushatanny staircase ... Yes , but as the soul sings there ...

Instead sunset for shabby dorm and five-story building -
Smoke and soot from the factory orange rusty wells.
Sleeping area, ambition and daring tone!
Having learned the lesson , he realized that this world - a huge orphanage.

Make them find himself in your shoes ,
Climb in their soul on the cord "Shure", even storm.
Six senses as six six strings on a guitar .
Waiting room froze ... Dare brother , play it!

Not everyone will understand , not everyone will find you - yourself.
Come one day will be gone forever .
Not everyone will appreciate your talent and distinctive handwriting,
And you will remain for them - so ... One of the other .

No billboards , no ads on the radio.
Small club, somewhere on the outskirts .
Handed out hand -yourself flaery ,
Plus delivery Vkontakte familiar spammers .

And in the hall only relatives and those on the lists .
And you're alone with the thoughts behind the scenes :
It is too scanty for the mission , can undo all ...
But here they give you a micro minusok from disk.

Sound not umat voice in columns quiet.
Micro fonit you without fear and hoarse like crazy -
Read to cry , district knows by heart ,
And you picked up singing debut hit yours.

Due to certain events ,
July 22 you wake up very famous!
Will everything - concerts, fees clips
But the first output stage - never ever forget you .

But all this - will then ...
And while two dozen hands to the ceiling !
At the edge , insanely happy
Without a clear plan, but with the hope of wings ...

With the hope of wings, living on the edge,
Singing with anguish at the very edge .
Let bit naive , with no clear plan ,
But with the hope of wings.

How many people - the same opinions,
And it seems sometimes that all intelligent.
How many people - the same truths
You - not a genius ? Hmm, fool everyone! Pretend it.

Come challenge the world ! Fear - cowardly ghost!
And where merged strong - weak in the last crawled .
When the sage has lost the true meaning ,
Fool on the palms brought them the same sage scattered beads .

Huge Urban hides from us the sun behind the clouds .
Become bored with each other , just spend the night in cold shacks .
Just good people , without the right to a miracle.
I - not better than others , but I do not want that.

My history - for those who are not afraid to love.
For those whose open heart can accommodate the whole world!
Bit sounds simply and somehow not fashionable , yes!
But , I appreciate muzlo - not for trendy sound and heat in it.

This music at sunset ...
You avert their eyes to cry again .
On the go - our world has created a mad designer and locked it ,
For fun to torment us with excitement .

My music is for those who are hard !
Someone imposed vector and over mind shackled in a cage !
Bringing to mind their nonsense ancestors, was misunderstood and betrayed,
The doctor said : " It is being treated ," and now - no Sasha here ...

Every before God - naked, miserable and wretched .
Each music - Bach, in each of us - God .
Beethoven came home from school , sitting at the computer -
Wrote a masterpiece B flat minor - not knowing the notes .

Studio rather wheel foam balcony
Wound through the keypad on a computer micro ...
Against the laws of the genre, against an imposed style -
MS without a clear plan , but with the hope of wings!

With the hope of wings, living on the edge,
Singing with anguish at the very cr