Текст песни Команда 01 - Старый календарь

[Music and Words - Alexander Belonos]

Old calendar is more expensive than the new book itself.
Morning is sometimes trembled in the glass window shows.
I want in the morning, as long as the distance is still cheese,
Sneak about yesterday, yesterday ...

Dark stack dreamed significant dates.
Those who celebrated them differ somewhere.
Again the morning divides everything for tomorrow and yesterday,
And this eternal game, alas, old.

A ray of light,
Wind noise.
Old calendar
Burning, past stores.
Fires
Above us
He pulls a binder thread ...

But although full of the days of fire and heat,
It seems that all this has ever been.
Everything and this loud cry, and a quiet creaking pen
It was yesterday, yesterday ...

I have ever drank a black man in a potion,
Even this song in the morning when I rested
And, leafy, behind my back
Sounds before the onset of day Fire Language.

A ray of light,
Wind noise.
Old calendar
Burning, past stores.
Fires
Above us
He pulls a binder thread ...