Текст песни mc2 - вечное никогда

flew out with a bang, not an under, but a hipster -
I poured a mug of tea with cinnamon,
and I stare into her like saruman.
I see our faces close
only after years are those wrinkled.
youth will not return already, you know yourself.

once you rejoiced at the sun sincerely,
he threw his hands up to meet the rain.
on a cold winter evening did not freeze.
champagne splashes are not noticeable now,
Winston's negative cancer risks
it was, but it was gone - forever.

with these thoughts, my friend, listen,
you're not the only one.
prepare for a major crisis out of the blue.
but still far from the finish line
we, like those three hundred guys, will stand.
flesh to pieces, never lose heart.

let's compose a song for batel,
let the judges are still here,
I have a list of them on the screw - megabytes.
I will draw parallels-rails through them,
do not stay on the move
here for respect nerves heals mts square.