Текст песни Серёжа Местный - Храню пылинки

Go forward on the shoulders of 26
I do not know, I may be used,
But, now it does not cure.
Do you remember that evening,
Schoolyard
There were a lot.
Sea ambitions, a sea of ​​words,
This love for the area.
This love of the forbidden,
This is love in the mist.
When the loop is good
It takes planting in the pit.
We were on the 17th we fly
In this open space.
So rarely phoning her mother,
So we think like an adult.
Questions about love
And so do not care about the view.
The first dawn, the first joint,
And the first hangover.
The first dust, the first fight,
And the blood flies to the curtains.
Come home alone,
I look forward Yura after school.
Someday we will understand everything
What next life is not sugar.
And I'm not Leo Tolstoy,
I've been rather Vlad Astakhov.
It will take decades,
And I'm standing on a school picture,
Mom, it's so young
And not a wrinkle.
And I still keep in memory motes
The other day I thought
15 years was not in the circus.
And we are all the same,
Do not change the record,
And just as all the court
Come on dnyuhu and wake ...