Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Лет до двадцати пяти...

Twenty-five years before
Nice lived in store sinned.
Anyone holding back on Schiele,
Continuously rolled luck,
Having escaped from the strict mothers,
On flat vozhzhalis heap ...
And then suddenly it became boring:
They fled their homes.

I finish my studies in institutions
Vocational and techies,
Divide the time into minutes:
All of the case, all is not in vain.
Neck inserted a butterfly,
Discussions brought.
And melem - all at business.
But in reality - in the shallows.

But Pozdnjak rush
On the remains of courage:
Namozolil rein
And do not cut back as twenty.
We are now at the meetings Leno
Drink honey memories.
Life is no longer a hit.
Life breaks on the knee.