Текст песни Артём Соль - Как бы не так

/Music and poems: Artyom Sol/

through mountains and forests
Not his own made his way
Very good, try
All in itself, and itself outside
On an invisible wave
well -fed/with this joyful Europe

as if not
In half the emptiness
route lines

through somewhere and nowhere
what had to do somewhere
And he sat without business, probably
Through something and nothing
The white storm sprouts
These are only sick nerves

as if not
In half the emptiness
route lines
Somewhere not here
hang on the wall
me between them

through mountains and forests