Текст песни Сasual - Новое время

These streets who know to the touch,
Because life went on them or more.
Each stone and every rude,
As if relatives, almost narrowed.

Every meter of asphalt by memory
I draw, without looking at the line.
Here they always sold gickers,
Behind the pharmacy built the clinic.
And the entrances are still with the cigarettes,
And in your postal congratulations.
At the door with polished jackets
A new time breathes in the back.

All my changed to the atom,
And for friends, yes all wrinkles with grids.
They walk more on the rolled
And the reality of them kilometers.
But my everything is crushed and crumbs
Empty mirror fragments.
Late my sandy,
Yes, you did not have time for your arrows.

Every meter of asphalt by memory
I draw, without looking at the line.
Here they always sold gickers,
Behind the pharmacy built the clinic.
And the entrances are still with the cigarettes,
And in your postal congratulations.
At the door with polished jackets
A new time breathes in the back.

All the other, my everything changes,
Everything goes as if it was not.
How the sand leaked through his fingers
And they from the Glossy tan
And black on the background of the sky.

Every meter of asphalt by memory
I draw, without looking at the line.
Here they always sold gickers,
Behind the pharmacy built the clinic.
And the entrances are still with the cigarettes,
And in your postal congratulations.
At the door with polished jackets
In the back breathes me a new time. Source Perevod-pesni.ru