Текст песни Александр Заславский - Барабан

Drum

Write about life as about death
And shrill and easy
Do not lie down, but always fly
If it is cold, and the more heat.
Who is mysterious - too simple
Who is innocent - he was too young
A smile spring coming up
And reduces white noise.

Clubs songs fill the room
Rooms clubs - urban space
A man once said,
Drum replied - ready.

Keep it up, who will say to himself
Those with long spring in friends
And do not tear, and carry a
Those flowers that day off.
Higher level - lower shadow
Not osypetsya watercolor
Previously, just a light - now a day
In all aspects of the door looks.

Packaged and crucified
With the outside and the inside
Such eyes do not burn
The clock only calendars
We popped barefoot
Hugging with spring for everyone
In the corridor, forgetting success
And handing over the summer laughter.

Clubs song will fill the room
Rooms clubs expanse cities
Drum once said,
The man replied - ready.