Текст песни Карандаш и Дабл - Попутного ветра

pencil :
Listen !
Among these stones that we call the heart ,
Among the fighters rap that perish and wrestlers
Among magazine gloss and dirt stations
Where the girls are not waiting for the prince , but wait a foreigner.
I continue to rejoice , because if it does not ,
I'd never felt back tailwind
And up in the morning I will not write how bad things .
I was 16 , that give you such lessons .
It is not 20 , so as to rub you 've seen a lot .
I did not shoot people and shook for this term.
Like Russia , they say shoots, it means love ,
And all this , there is no longer the sound of American studios.
I grew up somewhere on the Volga, lost somewhere in the capital.
And I still believe in miracles , though already at 30.
And people still believe , even though it burned .
Suppose that you also carries forward a tailwind !

{ Come on! Tailwind ! What? What? }
I'm alive , then go and go for the win,
Inhaling and exhaling air freedom
Used to doing everything myself, but I lack a little ...
{ Come on! Tailwind ! What? What? }
double :
I'm alive , then go and go for the win,
Inhaling and exhaling air freedom
Used to doing everything myself, but I miss it.

Live in the country that does not depend on America.
And forever my heart I have left on the Moscow River .
Mixture and slums and riches , I'm among friends ,
Music - my traveling companion will remain faithful to her .
Longest days leaves its trace in the memory.
Someone gets in an emergency, someone in Comedy .
How do we go without seeing the road to the touch ?
If we are blinded and day became darker than night.
And if there is somewhere in the light , I want to see first-hand
While standing on their feet and get down to the wayside .
Why chase all around each other ?
And do not tend to make friends fast and tight.
I'm from the place where appreciate every moment of joy ,
Not dope , but I plant all this,
Right from the outskirts of Moscow and on the shores of the Dnieper,
I wish everyone a tailwind !
{ Come on! Tailwind ! What? What? }
pencil :
I'm alive , then go and go for the win,
Inhaling and exhaling air freedom
Used to doing everything myself, but I lack a little ...
{ Come on! Tailwind ! What? What? }
double :
I'm alive , then go and go for the win,
Inhaling and exhaling air freedom
Used to doing everything myself, but I miss it.
pencil :
In the dreams of expensive flights and Liquid Crystals
So just become tired of the Romantics
In useless to anyone Russians , but Russian in spirit ,
Those who would argue with me about it swells in the kitchen !
I think so , here it happens in different ways,
My friends all say no more brother and Braz .
In my words , more was not the mat and mud.
Eyes increasingly see only what is shown .
I remain not only converged voice in the studio.
But somehow harder to say something to people .
Once again my words again leave me sideways.
And I would have cursed if he was not cursed !
Was not connected to the city that is filled with a cocktail
True friendship and whores , casinos and museums.
Not sure that I will remain the same through time ,
But while the one still hope for help !
{ Come on! Tailwind ! What? What? }
I'm alive , then go and go for the win,
Inhaling and exhaling air freedom
Used to doing everything myself, but I lack a little ...
{ Come on! Tailwind ! What? What? }
double :
I'm alive , then go and go for the win,
Inhaling and exhaling air freedom
Used to doing everything myself, but I miss it.
Tailwind { ! ... } { Tailwind ! ...}