Текст песни Ассаи, Krec - Ретро

I saw these faces in that millennium
Call me the sounds of the city of Lenin.
Tears, dancing, salt is crying
Please stop that video dream.
Children of the sky ran away from home
But mothers were always picked up for dinner.
By brothers, time reveals secrets,
Someone's reservation or the bitterness of Cain.
"What" is there according to Freud - clearer,
There REMBO, RETRO, NINTENDO.
Godfather, what are you living from now on?
Where are you and me looking, not us?
Videos ... scraps ... erased ...
Apparently ... shaved ... drunk ...
With shouts ... well fed ... in glimpses ...
Somewhere full of happiness
When someone comes to your house a little more often.
Gradually the steps are left behind
Stop these steps.
But time flies and we can't change the lines
Death cannot be avoided.
Gradually the steps are left behind
Stop these steps.
But time flies and we can't change the lines
Death cannot be avoided.
Movie hero posters - photocopies.
The first smoke is Marlborough or Radopel.
Courtyards, childhood dreams minus coughs,
It so happened that everyone wanted to seem older.
There are more risks in search of something new.
To some, these games cost a lot.
Remember: Freedom is too "Expensive", son!
There is only one way out: Run! Change the area of ​​the city.
Get out of the well, hiding in the blocks.
Blinded by the light, going beyond the brackets.
Punch lines in notebooks side by side.
Don't know, but pick up chords by ear.
Don't sleep. Look for something on white nights
Believing in those who have been silent for centuries.
Dream of sails, masts, wings.
About the shores that await me.

Gradually the steps are left behind
Stop these steps.
But time flies and we can't change the lines
Death cannot be avoided.
Gradually the steps are left behind
Stop these steps.
But time flies and we can't change the lines
Death cannot be avoided.