Текст песни Утриш - Фотоальбом

My brain gives tribute
The thread of the outgoing days.
And it is possible to pretend that "everything is parallel",
To look smart.

But I'm periodic
Returning back.
Memory helps me in this
And cameras.

The next time passes

We are all somewhere left from the house,
By becoming the contents of someone else's photo album.

Your brain gives tribute
The thread of four chords.
I will ask the sympathy on credit,
I am before a penny I promise firmly ...
The dog is still sitting
Tied to store doors,
Her brain gives tribute to sad thoughts,
"When will the owner come?" And "Does the owners come?"

And so flies the next joint of time ...

We are all somewhere left from the house,
By becoming the contents of someone else's photo album.