Текст песни sixtythree - музыка сумасшедших

Old walls, strange street
Under my window people hang out
Voters get into my head
And to carry some side

It took a lot of time, old house, streets
New voices and faces, hang out at the window
And I yearn for the days that behind
The first fights, quarrels and confessions of love.

I remember friends who stayed in the childhood
It is a pity not to return those days only one song
I put things in your home, hoping to see all
Met a neighbor, he said long ago departed.

Passed in the park, I sat down on the old bench
I remember sitting here always sang with a guitar
Memories are many, already sick at heart
And the voice of friends sitting on the tips of the ears.

I want to see, I want to hear again
Listen to them and give your story
About whom I became, and who would you like to know
Too bad all this remained in the past, his childhood behind us.

I looked at the time, all the arrows rushing him
And do not need to keep, you need to go ahead
Maybe someday we do meet more
And let's say a toast about friendship and brotherly love.