Текст песни Стас Крюков - Зимы

There will be winter time sink into oblivion,
all who were loved, forget where you are.
Warm memories grow cold through the years,
severe pain of farewells - the price of the phantom of liberty.

Life stretches past, forever into the distance,
truths are not given wine stains only memory.
Weekdays dry up in sorrow, in tears drown dreams;
and all of whom had not been met - one paramorphs.

Chorus 2x:
When so I want to lie down and not wake up tomorrow
due to the fact that cripples rancid true.
When the flavor is lost and can not see the edge,
I myself pray and collect stones.

The brevity of life before meeting with Peter
ckrasyat class, lethargy
take events that will heal then
emptying from returning to the house,

where escapism protects from spontaneous action:
from the eaves down headshots - will no longer be flattery
carry on the songs in the skull of the mold
red stain all day, made famous.

Chorus 2x