Текст песни Cheb- - История.

Not high height guy, careless
In the notebook there are constantly sketches
Look is not a formidable kind of kind
Constantly cheerful on the repeat bit

His life like Molbert Picasso
In childhood, I remember he ran bass
Such a cheerful kid about 13 years old
But we are growing like not cool

He was not balung life fate all the more
When parents are just swelling
Its from the inside bursting
And I saw it was constantly with him next

And he changed not for the better
Disappeared began to wander around the city
Sroda he was not Street Pack
But the life shell began to appear

Later I went to another city
He stayed alone with his grief
We have come back with him very often
But it helped him only in part

I remember that company drunk freaks
I remember how he saw him and with the go
I tried to pull out from there immediately
But then I deeply sat in infection

He with a cigarette in his hand says all Okay.
And these "hey you don't drive horses"
Filmed from here as long as still
I tried again and here it turned out that.

They went to me in the five
And I went to them it was still
I hoped that he would be for me
How I mistaken my life was able to change

He stood aside and just watched
Merdy's eyes and he aged
I scored as I could and what's there
They pushed me and beat all the scope

And then lying on the sideline I thought
Why he was so i was his friend
And at that moment I was ready to kill him
I found the strength to get up and go out

The next day I came to him
Sat down he approached the window
We did not extend the words
They were not what he was and so understood everything.

When I went home in the evening along the road
With the face and wound on the chin
I thought why everything was
Why life bitch and why did you have a brother