Текст песни 4ерноВиk - Школьная

On the runway of these feelings before abstraction
In the dance of the time of the year in uniform dress
On the place with the same as you by the way
Eraser, Pencils, Paper in Your Racing
Years in life yesterday were children
Today on the floor of the school of fights until half seemingly
Cold in the eyes, and in the heads wind
Prisoners of freedom souls we still

Globe on the desk retained memory
About distant places where summer and joy
Where to fall, be understood, run to sunset
On sea sand and in the evening card
Autumn coolness will lead
Sad little and empty but let it
Lastikprozhova drawing in notebook
Will take the mentor standing opposite

And everything seems to be simple but in the soul it's not calm
What will happen after? you do not know. ahead of war
And satisfied everyone probably for the last time
You go to the office and see the graduation class
Locons of hair develop in the wind
And this is such a nalia. Poet.
Two tens of years you became like a legend
The times where forever the end of summer

On the runway of these feel before abstractions
In the dance of the time of the year in uniform dress
On radio waves of clean celestial gladies
In the windows of the Cabinet lesson of mathematics
Eraser and paper, pencil and fantasy
Poetry of feelings and plots. Odnoklassniki.
Probably will not understand because you have long become older
And it seems the whole world of your feet will be further

But think it's actually everything else
Becoming older as much as everyone is aware
Much of false threads of these
You will find masks and a sales face in soot
Even among those who were near
The former world will leaving leaving the place in cash
Cold calculations and not happy smiles
Postcards are not loved far and attempts

Change everything will be torture
Either you jackal with all or a lone wolf not in a flock
And this nasty world of evil masks
Dangerous lass from the ceiling often
Warred over us dictation wild thoughts
And hangs the brain and you already in the risk zone
Piercing tie tiramas
Full flattery ... In the meantime:

On the runway of these feelings before abstraction
In the dance of the time of the year in uniform dress
On the place with the same as you are full of joy
Persons with clear eyes on the world in paints
In dreams, something there is something besides a chance
Run from the realities of the fluiled
On the sheets through the blots in the text of the instructions
It was 4 mannik ... Happy Birthday !!!