Текст песни Та Ри - мне девять

I nine, and you twelve
Your fingers slip out of my hand

You fly to the abyss
Although it was always easier
stay

When I think you treat you
It turns out that just the sky is close
And for every day I am inventing a doctor

Mr Wednesday, do not lean so low
And then scatter

Every year it ends at exactly nine
It does not matter that on the clock without five twelve
The most important thing always remained

that we did not know how to say goodbye
face to face

Distance between 'Nine' and 'Twelve'
ends somewhere in the middle of the diagonal
We never forgotten about it
How not to forget about what we can not

to concern each other

when I'm in delusion when nonsense becomes me
And we are silent to our plague in our moon
Track after leaking not what followed

I was then nine, and you ..
Know
You never had here