Текст песни Песочный Битмейкер - valse1

We adults had the type of steel when?
And do not swirl in the courtyard of those roundabouts
Days after week Zaneta a whole in
But my mother did not know that my son had problems

You do not have time to look life flew close
We forget all about killing the body here
mind and soul have so stifled grayness
We hasten to become older forgetting the best

There were many friends and saw each other
Now a lot of friends, and in each of them a bitch
So few of those who call a friend
Who is in a difficult moment ready to shake hands

These fragments of memory as the tape head
Preremotay and see what was then
And we have no Order now
What would even for a moment back to being small

As a child with clear eyes and soul
With a smile on his face and no wounds on the heart

There were no problems had no worries
It was not expensive and iPhones boast
There was no debt was only smile
And what childhood is now gone slamming gate