Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Мы расстанемся...

We must part , we will grow old ,
We all stand up .
Thought , will all come to the dirt face ,
Forgets .
Name , surname , month, year , number ,
Loneliness.
You , once a smart and correct ,
forget me
We must part , we will grow old ,
I know , yes, all the way .
But not even a bandage if I will arise and the
Himself , even empty.
You me , my sister , count to a hundred ,
Open your eyes .
Look , going, reeling , used as
Forget the result .
Yes, but before the end of his father's Forget
Maybe back