Текст песни Макс Романов - Чистый лист

Again go to the path of the film
Seas, forests, through continents,
Each line of long life
Each point is the end of the path.
You flew away - I did not have time
Get to the hosts, forests,
All we need to see the limit,
Saying everything about this in your own words.
On the streets again yellowing nature,
Answer me, tell me, what kind of way we kind,
Why we were born again with you
Why do I need this blank sheet in your hands?