Текст песни Лора Московская - Старые правила

You are created for this world
Combustion of thought and words.
So that bitterness did not break you
So that the change is ready.
But you, obeying the orders,
She walked straight, not daring to roll.
Patience losing not immediately
I used to hate your way.

Dolls from rags on the seams break down
The house from the cards in the dust is scattered,
Fortuna raised their couples.
New fairy tale, but old rules.

It remains to go through two or three miles
On the most ridiculous of the schemes,
But eternity replaced again ...
You did not understand why.
You erase an extra memory
And burned what was you.
And coal-black banner
Thieves now behind yourself.

Dolls from rags on the seams break down
The house from the cards in the dust is scattered,
Fortuna raised their couples.
New fairy tale, but old rules.

You caught my identity
Under a gloomy view of the moon,
But drove cynicity
Your business and dreams.
And looking from the heavenly arch
Your master can not understand:
From the doll, you became a doll.
And there is nothing to change here.

Dolls from rags on the seams break down
The house from the cards in the dust is scattered,
Fortuna raised their couples.
New fairy tale, but old rules.