Текст песни Julia Kozelinski - Серая песня

Do not cut their hair, so as not to cut the thread of memories
On the days when hot hands repulsed the tango rhythm on the tables.
Our youth ... In fact, is still burning and does not change ...
A sweet coffee, the conversation in the middle of the night, someone wants something.
Interaction squared, if about one.
controversy desires
From impotence to explode
Displays to the loss of time,
But still nice to dilute people passers space
Especially like ...
Suddenly someone delayed for longer than usual,
Maybe people will want to stay to the end.
The final stages of the share on the best,
Indifferent to exclude from the memory ring.

After all:
Her breathing universe over and over again and there is destroyed ...
Om ...