Текст песни Кирилл Стрекалов - Четверть века

i will carve your name on your wrist
and I will be laughed at by you
I'm already tired of all this dancing
Under the bright red moon

every phrase, every little thing
aims exactly at the temple
I already forgot how to write about anything
I am writing about you for future use

give me the sky, give me the wind
away from forgotten roots
I forgot who I was and I forgot who I was not
it's time to collect stones

And here I stand before you
Again and again like a fool
And you are right: "Live for at least a quarter of a century,
Everything will be like this. "

i will carve your name on your wrist
and I will be laughed at by you
and when there is a fire on the stage
you call it a game

And a casual passer-by unwittingly
Smiling will accelerate his step
You must understand - I don't care how it will be
It is important that it is not so

I will carve your name on my wrist
And I will be laughed at by you
Today I am alone with this hall
So I'm still alive

And like that random passerby
Smiling, I sing about mine
Only the sky is further and further
And you dissolve in it