Текст песни Евгений Кемеровский - Ключи

It is difficult to walk on the ground ,
if you know how to fly,
Hard to believe the fate ,
heart, tired of waiting .
In life, on 9 keys ,
met 10 locks.
Whose this plan , whose?
The truth does not know who.

And the white snow fell on poplar ,
Circled and went on my shoulders ,
Lost the keys to September
And do not know the place of our meeting.

At the crossroads of destiny,
Remember my name !
How much would not we have seen ,
In the heart keeps your ...
In life, on 9 keys ,
met 10 locks.
Whose this plan , whose?
The truth will not say who.

And the white snow fell on poplar ,
Circled and went on my shoulders ,
Lost the keys to September ,
And do not know the place of our meeting