Текст песни Павел SAMPLE, Илья Черняк - За руки...

I was sixteen years old when I began to write,
I wrote these thoughts, only time spent in vain ...
Now I dream to return back to his childhood,
Where there is less evil, and the word "Mom" to me wealth.

It was, well, now does things differently,
We are all so different, but equally we cry ...
You see? you see the tears in my eyes ?!
When I wrote the last song where the two of us about ...

We hugged, we kissed softly on the lips,
I am sick of love, come listen to it ...
I skipped a couple to hear your voice ...
It seemed that I fell in love with you every time more and more.

But no! it's all a dream, can not be like that!
All is not so easy when you're someone roads.
I have buried deep, at home, somewhere in the heart,
Sixty beats per minute, and can not escape.

"chorus"
I tried to get away from you ...
Forget the way, and all the other people's routes.
And we'll never find,
What will help us to take up arms.