Текст песни GRIM - Эти вопросы...

Years go by, but we're still the same children
And each of us still dreams of meeting
Her, my dream, for which I am ready to give a lot
And we will travel these roads for a long time

In search of their wonderful and so dear
What we lack - we will find, whatever it takes
And let strangers shout to us "wait"
We will continue to argue with them so fiercely

And it's not our character that is to blame
We just forgot how to be soft with people
Have forgotten how to simply forgive traitors
Maybe that's why our dreams are not so bright anymore

But this is not the main thing, because you have not lost yourself
The person inside us is still alive and everyone knows
Enemies continue to do dirty tricks behind their backs
But we don't pay attention to the wretched

It's not so simple, outside the window - eternal autumn
And we keep asking these questions
The hypocrites tried to lead us by the nose
But they themselves were left on the sidelines just

And there is no more sense in transcendental thoughts
The meaning is lost, we left this marina
In search of answers, we will go to the ends of the world
To hear the sound of joyful laughter

Let's dump, get rid of ballast
Let's paint gray everyday life with colorful paints
Reset the sadness counters and the pilot will let go
The steering wheel and a bunch of different lotions

Disconnect and we will fall - inevitably down
Open our eyes wide and take a look at life
This is exactly what we have never seen
And if this is the last chance, shall we see?

I don’t need empty, hypocritical promises
I am the one who judges not for words, but for deeds
And stop seeing in people what is not there
It's time to finish this theater and leave

Do not remember anymore, although they wanted to remember
But it was before, which means it's still not worth it
Living in the past, remnants of beautiful stories
And ask questions while drowning in your pain

And it's not so simple, autumn has already passed
And we don't ask these questions anymore
I guess I've already become an adult
I stopped writing about love and became vulgar

Maybe I should say thank you
To all those with whom my life is not on the way
Sometimes it is difficult to leave beautifully
But I'm gone, I'm who I am, whatever one may say