Текст песни Илья Тока - Без ума

I'm flying somewhere high there
I don't care what day it is Friday or Saturday
So here he is, the microphone cord is wound on his hand
And someone has Monday morning and work
And I'm a bum, scanning my memory from a photo
And it's time for us - because the years are saturated with experience
Where repchina is made clearly does not smell like a plant
Fuck, here I would now be boots - runners
And then an endless dream, endless fuss
Endless thoughts and endless self
It's every man for himself, no matter who and how he muddies up
The hike will never let us go

This music don't let me go, don't let me go
Don't go don't leave
This drive through the sea-cities through the soaring clouds
I'm crazy about you, I'm crazy about you
I'm crazy about you, I'm crazy about you
I'm crazy about you

I'm crazy about you, give me back my brother's voice
We have taken upon ourselves more than once
Entrance, apartment - familiar picture to you
And people live here who didn't have enough
This is a routine of everyday life, I'm a bit under the ear
And I'll go to bed when all the lights are out
And I appreciate this time, I love this muse
I'm like a mouse that got hooked and dorblu
And we hammer the hemp blue, it's not about communication
People showed me tricks with disappearances
His tracks and here a bush crashes on the samples
Well what? Well, you know that it won't let us go!

This music don't let me go, don't let me go
Don't go don't leave
This drive through the sea-cities through the soaring clouds
I'm crazy about you, I'm crazy about you
I'm crazy about you, I'm crazy about you
I'm crazy about you