KANYE WEST - ТЕЧЁТ РУЧЕЙ (Stream is flowing)

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
So the years have passed, but we're not.
We sit tired, having never loved it all.
Spring is happy, and how many colors are
In it, under the old willow.
The street—
The street—
And I’m nobody.
And I’m nobody.
And I remember how we
Did become rich people after all.
We dressed up simply and walked in a crowd.
Now I’m gray hair, and you’re like a gray—
And I’m nobody.
You’re nobody.
We’re nobody.
Heat.
Heat.