Текст песни Настя Полева - Сквозь пальцы

Being offended and angry with the whole world
I do not know how, I will not and do not want
Better I'll run slowly on the shooting range
Sleepy eyesight is sharpened

Through my fingers I'll look at something
What prevents me from happily living and singing
I'll go and put on my robe
I need to do everything in the future

Through the fingers of the playful sun
Let it dazzle and burn the eyes
To the west comes the window
And in my heart - the East forever ...