Текст песни Мишка ATL - В Осколках Памяти Своей

I am every year kills
The flood of memories
My childhood adolescence autumn fiery ..
Year after year, an adult
But still blows my fall.

The first frosts like the times
Either crappy or a smile from ear to ear
Yet even though I'm just a passerby
In the ruins of their memory of past moments
The yard 90th and the end of them but even more echoes
We boys ran among the three pines ha ...
(Eg adults)
Fists with half oranges but bruises for devchenok
Decide whether the power of the devil understand whether Cho ..
Everyone was promising no one is doomed
Now someone in jail who are dull torchek
One could stumble
And without falling was not counted
We sailed all over the garage Shalash
Such moments of destiny for me is not to have ..

I am every year kills
The flood of memories
My childhood adolescence autumn fiery ..
Year after year, an adult
But still blows my fall.

Emotions were on the roof with a pen and sheets
Then I wrote the first
Life was a tsunami and we saddled it
A pile scatter weak we raised
Not many steps by the icons
What kept my heart bud under lock and key
Then he persuaded yourself that I loved like
Maxed Out is well to remember it hurt ..
Then the first feather in Bochin not terrible curable ..
Their six silly the reason
At sixteen, he did not break in the twenty-man
Depresnyak sometimes remember my 11 I spent at the bar
But the wind blows in the past without vozratno
Leaving just a memory-only drunk