Текст песни Gitarin.Ru - 32 года

Time goes and every year
It seems maybe this happens
That I forget all chords
I will smoke a lot and briefly cut.
In the future, I will not otherwise
Breathing but not live, look but not to see.
And you will not believe, but definitely
I will love to love less, hate more!
Hey, do not Gray me dull light
And do not check on the weather.
Distance to toilet -
Litter beer and 32 years old!
In the future, I will become a poor
Dricales, sick and weak spirit.
I will dream of a healthy food
And suffer a hunted hearing.
Live without embarrassed phobias and
Constantly search for work.
And in the box, from under the shoes,
Your photo will be kept!
Hey, do not Gray me dull light
And do not check on the weather.
Distance to toilet -
Litter beer and 32 years old!