Текст песни Гилар, Рав и Босяк - Мы

e noted progress
Each time more gold coins
I was so dear to each fragment
Everything comes in time
For those who wait
How the world works, but we can not know
What will happen in a year that is two
Do remember once someone these words

I remember the old quarters of the city, the faithful
A symbol of freedom, fly years
And is not that we are young, it seemed
We were only scraps of black-and-white photo
At night, watch the sunset from the roof of skyscrapers
We see the metropolis, changing its appearance
He did not become worse, simply became another
Two stories, hardly noticeable already
Only memories of a personal, emotional
Arrows nervous first visits
Children, sports clubs,
And at night the alcohol on the bench
Old homesteads and schools
Everything is so familiar in the memory areas
Life Lessons childhood
With the ninth-graders in spark tickets, boys
On the ceiling with the Venice met pyramid
Fortune survived when the incentives already broken
we grew jigits preserving ideals of clans
peers become mothers
friends fathers
we also tempered everyday life in distant countries then treated wounds
proud inhaling warm air and recreation
rest of the native hearth
I do not know where else as my foot set foot
but all left here a piece of heart I
because this is my Almaty my native place

We are thousands of photos on the shelves
small joy steep turns
we add another participant to the race
on the road called life

it seems to me were not born at the time,
in the wrong place
I have to know before the end of this cross to bear
is lost in the vicinity of your neighborhood
then climbs the career ladder fall
Only nostalgia comes often already
with each new breath we get older losing friends
in the hectic flow of gray and Rauke no longer with us
Can we find what they were looking
where we will dream
alas hope is slim
one by one string of days stretch
I can not sleep as always
and I did not other
a young and ever stronger grief
and therefore can not see the bottom of my anchor
I ship my ideas
that there is no limit
and the more difficult path to the goal
tsenee victory
.... ..... we we we we .... ....

while gold thread and it is necessary to appreciate
not notice the progress
each time more gold coins
me so every piece of road
everything comes in time
to those who wait
how the world works, but we can not know
that will be a year that will be in two
Do remember once someone these words