Текст песни Dети Sтаврогина - Выживи

Washed over the streets and face the summer rain
And we also expect
When someone dies or is born,
We will call to him, let's go.
Only God, one is sleep at night
I was five years old only wanted to one-love
You or you, but it was just buried.
And be proud of?
To whom do I dedicate this poem?
Probably five corners, in my room
High-spirited youth incessantly killer
And last, my life has not yet become a bird,
And fly away again.

Nineteen.
It is not to dream of the eternal.
Habitual exceeded.
The 14 books read are no longer interesting.
Best friends become friends.
Now it's great - to believe a child.
At nineteen, smoking in the stairwell
And do not choke on the smoke has become the norm.
On the shelves are not fancy books and 3D glasses. Away from here.
In the notebook phone some asshole or a fool
I wrote to you on the night goodnight kiss.
And where is the decency? Conversations about the eternal night? ...
A day neproshibaemye personality.
Dejected child finally razuverenny;
Survive ...