Текст песни Койот - Музыка дворов

Chorus:
To a single dream for black white keys
Among the empty streets of forgotten cities
I will write the word to leave a memory of himself
Let them find the very music yards

Verse 1
I am here in order to keep the memory of myself
As my hand leaves the line on paper
Hundreds of sleepless nights, units of loved ones
That's all for the sake of realization of our ideas

I believe the day will be the food
But only sane understand what we write
Those who are always looking for the truth, seek truth
They shared their thoughts without betraying neighbors

Expressing opinions and listening from the heart
Against the wind, but keeping interest
Not pretending deaf beyond the horizon
Betraying the values ​​of the spoken word

I am grateful to the Lord for these values
Caught in the head on the verge of leaving the child
Music-related life without spending a day is useless
Staying in the memory means to remain immortal

As long as our faith is strong not Kneel
We go to his goal, taking changes
Wasting no time, making plans
Keeping freedom in the heart of evil, the world tyrants

Against inaction against indifference
Open your eyes to help everyone to think about our future
In your column with these words
We dokrichatsya idea and currently leave memory

Verse 2
Quatrain lines memories
Sometimes not even rhyme lay on the sheets
The battered notebooks painted poems
We are forever chained irrepressible thoughts

But in any outline, so that the life and
Alas, there were a pair of greasy smudges
And it is hardly even on, vskidku least someone - it can estimate
How many commas air is released for us

It so happens that under an hour, just a few words
You can change everything, telling them now
Not by itself not leaving grams reserve
For me, it's better not to smolder and burn in an hour

By the end without a trace so I'm used to
If you play something in the pot to compete for the jackpot
If you love it with all my heart spit on all those
Who prophesies of failure due to their stale shower

Over the years, becoming wiser every
Time mercilessly and generously handing out the wrinkles
Leaving just a memory only what is worthy
And all that so it does not matter in eternity dust peretrёt

It's just life in the verses rhyme
Which is so easy to read under these chords
Just poetry to the notes in the accompaniment of bits
Where our hearts beat with the music yards