Текст песни Сергей Сорос - Молодой, просто седой

I ask myself a question - why does hair turn gray?
Year after year, the bundles tore - my voice became firm
I wonder to myself - maybe it's old age?
With a breath of breeze, I suddenly crept up to me
Nobody is given to know how many years are left
I’d give a little naughty - I’d still have a little
But apparently this behavior is not to face
I see around me ridicule and contempt
No - I'm young!
Simple - the gray snow fell on your shoulders!
No - I'm not the other!
I’m all so - young soul - as before!
No - I'm young!
It’s just - the gray snow fell on my shoulders! No - I’m not the other!
I’m all so - young soul - as before!
At night, as a kid, I still fly
And color dreams and in the clouds I wander
I have to stop being so vulnerable
And do not know the morning nightingale delusions
As with a naive kid, Jin plays with me
From the middle, yes, he throws madly into Hell
Time fast river - catching, flow
Took me away with me, over the years - moments
No - I'm young!
Simple - the gray snow fell on your shoulders!
No - I'm not the other!
I’m all so - young soul - as before!
I ask myself a question - why does hair turn gray?
Year after year, the bundles tore - my voice became firm
I wonder to myself - maybe it's old age?
With a breath of breeze, I suddenly crept up to me
No - I'm young!
Simple - the gray snow fell on your shoulders!
No - I'm not the other!
I’m all so - young soul - as before!
Yes - I'm young!