Текст песни Не будите спящих - Когда-то давно

small beads,
days strung.
pros, cons,
of my life
Glue them in pieces
and draw conclusions.
and must not be forgotten
and not strike
that creates here
my thoughts
if on wires
on the way to the truth.
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Available only the sky here
thin threads stitched truth.
we are the earth minutes in captivity
black white trails connected
not to lose on the road
thin threads of truth stitched
Do not forget about the main one
black bylymi paths connected
I could tell many stories but
one by one they are worth nothing as zero
and only collecting the bits into one single
You make out a picture of life on this ..
sometimes I can not believe it's been so long
sometimes it seems that it is all seen in the movies
as if we were not all in the subway
from station to station flies year after year
a time when I did not understand what
Vladimir Vysotsky, and why the creek?
can pour tears from his eyes with happiness
and why it can be painful to say goodbye
but why looking at the photos, we often feel sad
although there are moments of joy zapechetlenny
and noting with relatives glimpses of gray hair
We understand that their manifestation blame you
we are paying dearly for the experience
leaving behind a chipped wood
road worn
so just get up one day
and looking out the window
to remember what was once upon a time
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