Текст песни Яра - Время клюёт в затылок , плетёт веретено.

Antony:
Summer put a point
I now observe these ruins at night
and where is the circle that called vicious
I will send a message in the morning there by Post
Calendar is not sleeping no no hurry
time did not spare with someone were not always honest
not always for your footsteps I moved myself
after us the music was not breaking wrote
Lonely summer taste remember
Let it be instructive for me as a proverb
The steps counted in the evening in the evening
think I don't have nothing to do

Yara:
I have a couple of lines about you in my head
It seems not to collect a verse but I was able to fly

Antony:
You past how summer my hid behind
Do not look back in the trail, do not look sadly

Yara:
Time pecks in the back of the head, spit spindle
Tracks change meaning, bullets lose overclocking
The area will fall back again on the balcony
Summer has passed, sleep is a dream [Sleep is a dream]

Antony:
Time pecks in the back of the head, spit spindle
Tracks change meaning, bullets lose overclocking
The area will fall back again on the balcony
Summer has passed, sleep is a dream [Sleep is a dream]

Yara:
So I did not meet the summer and I will not wish him
In this delirium, you drunk hard to ignore with brothers
In the summer you waited for the sun waiting for a special variety
I usually consider the wings at the aircraft at night
you also like i love when the stars fall
From the body threw the Balahon came out on empty intersection
We would break out from the cable, the area as an island
Close your eyes, take a step in open space
Winter I like sister in the square of concrete slabs
I'm just like a type of kaifa to be sad
it doesn't pont no cool swirling style
skip it through yourself and do not look for a style
This is then the people of their own dam in the burgrels
It will leave the rest will be a lesson
The airport will remind me of something very shit
the fours down on the sea, I will stay at home again

Antony:
look like her dress woven with leaves autumn breaking into the windows faster shots

Yara:
look like her dress woven with leaves autumn breaking into the windows faster shots

Yara:
Time pecks in the back of the head, spit spindle
Tracks change meaning, bullets lose overclocking
The area will fall back again on the balcony
Summer has passed, sleep is a dream [Sleep is a dream]

Antony:
Time pecks in the back of the head, spit spindle
Tracks change meaning, bullets lose overclocking
The area will fall back again on the balcony
Summer has passed, sleep is a dream [Sleep is a dream]