Текст песни Старый Приятель - Музыка утра

You know, glistening storm
But we did not notice her threats.
At night, with a blank sheet
We'll write a song about myself seriously.

And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday is gone, gone sadness
Cool breeze again to cleanse the city,
Music am carrying on their shoulders.

Believe me, not yet rodyas,
You were one with that ship.
If the dream does not come true,
We simply denote all yesterday afternoon.

And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday is gone, gone sadness
Cool breeze again to cleanse the city,
Music am carrying on their shoulders.

And we do not know how the war ended.
Yesterday is gone, gone sadness
Cool breeze again to cleanse the city,
Music am carrying on their shoulders.

Morning carrying on their shoulders.
Morning carrying on their shoulders.
Morning.