Текст песни Дима Реминисценции - ото сна

As long as dreams are not broken,
In this game, where only idols,
Not for the sake of satire,
Fight for the right to be a favorite ...
Battered books
Charter of the Russian Academy of Sciences ... Only good thoughts ...
Pack into the box without taking up to the bottom,
Just frills ....
We look at the sun again,
through the shadows of oblivion ...
In a chariot like gold,
Your view through time ...
And you bent the knees,
Holding childhood in the morning ..
Confuse again the days of the week
Touching the goal, who did you become?
Streets again dancing blues ...
The author woke up under a shot down pulse ...
Once, I loved the word, to the rain ...
I will write a track, having experienced a deja vu ...
So strange to stand on the edge
Where every detail is far from the face ...
And you still Yun to understand the depth
Thoughts that long lure in the corner ...
The wind breaks down with a leash ...
We will move away from you from sleep ...
Mute, dumb, dumb spring ....
We will move away from you from sleep ...