Текст песни ЛУЧШИЕ ВРЕМЕНА-Владимир Пырин - Лучшие времена

Trains go on schedule
The music of the road, the rhythm of the wheels.
Haunts until morning
And calls to where it wasn’t necessary
We still have to be with you ...
Autumn spilled over the rooftops
February went unnoticed.
And again summer teases outside the window
But dates broken calendar
Hurrying us with you ...

Colorful ribbon
Crawl away into the distance of the year.
How long will we have to wait
Better times?
Everything in a circle again
And day is like night, and night is without sleep.
How long will we have to wait
Better times?

Dreams roam the milky way
Sometimes dropping in to us.
Something before heaven, we are sinners
If you live well there,
Where are you and me not ...

Colorful ribbon
Crawl away into the distance of the year.
How long will we have to wait
Better times?
Everything in a circle again
And day is like night, and night is without sleep.
How long will we have to wait
Better times?