Текст песни Химера и Ярик - 20 Лет

20 years

I am eternal twenty: plus or minus a week.
I do not know how it could be otherwise.
Surrendering to the arms of tart hops
And cut poems, sometimes, lively.

I don't stop hunting for happiness
Although, they say, it is in ourselves.
But in my opinion there are still parts somewhere ...
It seems that part of it is, nevertheless, in others.

And I, unable to stop
It would seem, running on an eternal circle,
I'm ruining the bulk of ambition
And I turn off the evil cold with medicines.

"In a circle ..." But higher and higher,
A spiral of endless bold events!
A sea of ​​emotions stripping the roof
And a series of constant discoveries.

I do not know how to survive otherwise.
So that days after each other slowly fade ...
Ignorance seems like luck
I'm still twenty: plus or minus a week.

And I, unable to stop
It would seem, running on an eternal circle,
I'm ruining the bulk of ambition
And I turn off the evil cold with medicines.

I am eternal twenty: plus or minus a week