Текст песни Александр Заславский - Круглых Дат

I was not a supporter of round date
And round faces at the table.
I saw in the morning over the town square
And the evening was an old man.

We are with you burned Calendar
At the top - a hole in your pocket
And the stars easily took off its hinges
And in the house led to the morning.

Do not sleep - the street lights tow
Do not sleep - sunrise on the east led
Birch juice smells fire.
Time again our doctor, the time on the road again,
A coloring of childhood
He will face.

To uncover the truth and lay down next to her
It remains to wait for friends
Heavy girl leftist ideas
Always return to the circle.

I'm in a wheelchair up the stairs, as it was then
And my conscience would be clear
And today, the sea whispers water
And right hand flying star.

We have everything is normal again rumbles
The receiver at the beginning of verse
And the stars are flying on an iron magnet
That knocks me.

I was not a supporter of round date
I loved to celebrate failure
We will no longer look back
We tomorrow will be enough for everyone.

Do not sleep - the street lights tow
Do not sleep - sunrise on the east led
Birch juice smells fire.
Time again our doctor, the time on the road again,
A coloring of childhood
He became the face.