Текст песни Flёur - Ремонт

There are no trees
No home.
The gloomy quiet alleys
No friends dogs.
Flowers in the manicured flower beds,
Everything is completely different -
Unfamiliar, newer,
Like always it has been so.

This, of course, the place
Only this time, no,
It's not that time of the year,
Not that time.
It was so interesting -
Mom, Dad and summer ...
So I turned to someone
Not noticing that period ...

All plastered with stucco,
Smeared with fresh paint,
A lot of small works.
As the return to another life,
Which seems a fairy tale,
When the repair was everywhere?

I think I see everything,
But I can not wake up.
I know I live my life things
When you do not follow them.
World behind mobile,
One only has to look away.
So I was distracted for a moment,
And everything became different.

All plastered with stucco,
Smeared with fresh paint,
A lot of small works.
As the return to another life,
Which seems a fairy tale,
When the repair was everywhere?