Текст песни Трофим - Ветер в голове

I will throw wise books on the table
Jeans got up under the mouse and went
The school today is clearly not in high
So we light a drive
Glorious money birds sing
I'll go in a shadow of beer
A pack of pegas like a cele
So the mother did not find

Chorus
The wind is in my head and I'm in love
In all the girls of their yard
There are so many places in the world where I have never been
The wind in the head is a portioned port
And songs for the guitar until the morning
And overhead the sky is wide open

I put hippam jeans-Montan
Strings I will get-meid in japan
There will be a guitar like a company
Although it was made in Perm
In the school ensemble Old Man Makhno
Pyup and Beatles Songs for a long time
It’s a pity that Richie and Paul do not hear
How we fry the Rocken Rol

The chorus is a loss

I'm going to hang out my hand in my pocket
Sorry, Mrs. Kaplan missed
In cooking the battle of scoops
For meatballs with zucchini
And May rushes along the boulevards
I would like to jump into the tram on the ball
And on the Superhame route
To rush for your dream

Chorus ………
The sky wide open
The sky wide open