Why would I be bad

Why would I be bad? It's going to be bad anyway, And she'll miss you anyway., Who, who, life, dude life! I closed my eyes, the sun was baking, I forgot all the words, but I remembered the reason for the silence of my peace, the pleasure of breathing this air, not waiting, not thinking about the strangeness of being, anyway it's late, life is complicated, time is difficult, when the morning is cloudy, fresh morning, with a spring mood to look back cool. Why would I be bad? It's going to be bad anyway, And she'll miss you anyway., Who, who, life, dude life! There are birds in the sky, the flap of their wings is beautiful, I let a pebble float on the water, even if this moment is as good as this morning, if there were a brush and oils, I would paint the picture I dreamed of, stroke by stroke, like strings, like a motif of music, or is it called life. Why would I be bad? It's going to be bad anyway, And she'll miss you anyway., Who, who, life, dude life! С вами Андрей СА восемьдесят девять