Текст песни Миамакс - Только я, музыка и память.

Here is the third night to a row,
I'm trying to sleep
In an attempt to understand unthinkable
Find the essence in whisper.
The space of the room will be filled with smoke,
Not yet surrendered.
It is lost slowly meaning and stimulus.
I smoke! Although it seems to be trying.
Time plays on Lira,
The wave again throws on the reefs.
Guests we in the world
Instead of conversation, familiar rhymes.
All the same ideas, frozen real estate.
And urgently need to change something in life.
All to the abyss closer.
And each of us, there is something to lose ... ..
And however, everything is not so important
If you look at things from the other side.
Everyone will die each.
If not inside the dream.
Again to meet dawn
Search, but find an answer to your question ...

Chorus.

Fire of my memories.
But it is impossible to warm up
The time of each involuntarily wounds.
Leaving wounds in the heart
We can not fix
Only me and music, and my memory

I'm scared to leave
In darkness, without waking a word.
And here I am again
Immersed in the pool.
His dreams.
Not enough air,
The body as if sowed frost.
Fear I drive only a prayer to God.
On all the will of him, for and him and the right to sum up.
And where are people close to me,
When you need so much.
Everyone his fate is essentially.
Everyone has its own ways.
In the silence night only I
Music and my memory.
No time almost
Errors fix their own.
Time plays on Lira,
Wave, throwing on reefs.
I collect the last power in the fist.
Having invented new rhymes