Текст песни PashaPashtet - Безразлично

Verse 1:
To the sound of the guitar can remember anything
Any time of life. Even at the lowest note
And no matter where he plays, Outdoors campfire
In an entrance with friends. Indifferent as the clock.

Forget what we have now and remember what was
Any picture, charms and misery of the world
Watching the fingers of the musician, moving the neck
My last thought about this in a moment killed

Dust flies from the strings of obscure movements musician
Join in the chorus who know by heart ballads
Switch to fret on the way, with the sadness of depression
Jump from one bank to falling from the sky to the depths

These notes like even any egoist
She knows how to make you forget all the things that nenavislo
There is no sense to even show their stubbornness
Bryn alone on the strings - the heart will be beating faster. A.

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Chorus:
Here are the sounds that I have long wanted to hear but
They never forced to withdraw from the world
And I feel that soon perestuplyu threshold
Obsessive days left indifferent world

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Verse 2:
To the sound of the guitar now coming to an end station
These Pats br texts on ancient pages
Melody tangled strands can give much more
Than just a crying heart and glass whims

Indifferent to what happened yesterday today tomorrow
No worries, I carefree beside me guitar
Only the sounds of the fire add a little rhythm sounds
Crackling twigs of the tree excite forest drones

Do not distract me, not in the network subscriber
And will not appear until I go to these places
MTS does not catch in the area of ​​taiga - not dostuchus
When listening to a certain type of string Drozhzhanoe

Give me a melody, add chords
I do not care drums, guitar notes give
Immersed in the world of indifference bright abstractions
Clouded jitteriness run away and hide in the shell