Текст песни Мята - Толи нет милей, толи хуже нет..

But I'm not hand and wild,
Not yours, not native , not quiet ,
And not myself , like,
And someone else you can not be
Tolley clever felts stupid ,
At night, a gentle morning - gloomy ,
That with open arms , then with a cold ,
Tolley no mile felts no worse .