Текст песни Одиночный Пикет - там

Will not be old
As in childhood
Careless and fun.
Will be eased from memory,
From the lips will not turn the names.
And we like the leaves of fallen,
Dammed, dead.
So reluctantly, but you have to
Leave tribes.
Of course, grief about lost,
Oh wasted spent
But everything is your time
And even to us.
I will not be afraid to think about it
But even scary to guess
What will I dream there