Lyrics KREC - Воздух свободы - 9. Воздух Свободы

Ahead is waiting for the road
Komarovo, Europe, Kamchatka, Morocco
It is better to rush hitchhiker
Than to dream of flights in concrete boxes

Wrong turn
God, how tired I am from the advice of my neighbors
What they can know
About freedom, sticking out at home seven days a week?

Cozy chair, newspaper and TV
Keep, comfort, put
Pasha for a penny, like a horse, my friend,
Climbing into loans more and more

When claiming a position, forget
About the laid vacation, the sun and the sea
About the possibility of crossing the horizon,
Go around the world in a freight car

Chorus
Air of freedom
Roadsides remember traces of sneakers
When the hour comes,
Close my ashes high above the NOW

Air of freedom
Roadsides remember traces of sneakers
When the time comes
Close my ashes high above New York

The boat takes the boat
We lean on the Vyla in the sweat
Strength cliffs, thresholds
The waterfall is noisy somewhere under the nose

Schools to the north around the stars
The last can of canned food
Corns to blood, fatigue
But you know what, friend, this path to my heart

Cuts sedge are torn to shreds
Clothing, Paris
We cry with happiness like children
Seeing people at a normal dressing

A riddle for many - why are we leaving,
Leaving your house and convenience
Bro, this is the only chance
Cross the horizon, go around the world behind the sun

Chorus
Air of freedom
Roadsides remember traces of sneakers
When the hour comes,
Close my ashes high above the NOW

Air of freedom
Roadsides remember traces of sneakers
When the time comes
Close my ashes high above New York