Текст песни шахматист - 1000 Историй

at the time of my not youthful youth
sometimes the palms are wet, the voice ripples
and somehow more pink gamma goes away with age
often lead sad as dull colors
longer than holes from space, maybe I'm obnoxious, but everything is with the same splinter
two bows two pigtails are not more serious, but stricter
veshnyakovskaya without edge two ends both sharp
you did not preserve your gardens, keep my image
used to be three best friends, now acquaintances
where is my friend next door, I remember you too
and somehow strange everything, an old photo flickers
you must have been angry, you know so carefully
year after year, May 31
you forgot and rightly so, but now I'm toiling something
to know first of all the consequences of our execution
ok it's late already, senseless story
crush the walls of the house scene debt
everything should be just like that, but I don't want it differently
to take everything from life, but where to find life?
The limit of fleeting euphoria is up to the throat

Thousands of stories in memory, we remember them before going to bed, rested fifth
But everyone can't put up a monument
Apparently this is correct, well, I'll take it as a rule

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