Текст песни Дмитрий Ткачев - Что тебе с того

What do you need from that

I have been given a lot
And I will spend a lot
For a holiday, for love
For the joy of the game
But what do you want from that
What i sing and cry
And so what with you
What am I supposed to be a fool

Throw words like me
Hardly anyone can
But this is not mine
Diligence and Labor
I'm just talking
How will my soul lay down
I just give myself

Not knowing about anything
Grab everything fire
Burn me hot
But see, I'm burning
I hate the thought
About what will happen to us
I hate loans
Tomorrow