Текст песни Жека Рас Ту - 209. Часики

The clock ticked softly
forward without stopping
although there is nonsense
no one is without breakdowns
and watches keep people
who wear them
i have heard many stories
one of them is about not being taken out

autumn leaves driving two rains
Scheduled winter covers the ground with a layer of snow
attention request

wine flowers name day anniversary
something like that without taste
odorless without feeling

everything is good
I will arrive at about five
guests at 7 so we can set the table
wait, I'm going

the head is ready for the noise what will be
certainly when they leave the table
bottle white

break dishes for good luck
you know fortunately that means
Fortune lies ahead
the main thing is much richer

time you need to be able to remember
if you want to cherish it
the watch got up the media fell

the clock ticked quietly
forward without stopping
although there is nonsense
no one is without breakdowns
and the clock keeps people
who wear them
i have heard many stories
one of them is about not being taken out

strange mechanism who invented you
under what why should someone give a gift
where are you people looking
on a drum like

I gave it back and forth.
owed reimbursed the package

no wicked ordinary wears a watch,
but the time looks from the phone,
and such excuse nine fingers

are unlikely to explain
I will hardly listen
such a ritual I will ask from the ice cream

you still call you know this hello, but how is it, and business, but understandable
everything is fine for you, I'm glad it's clear

arrows bent
didn't want to go faster
arrows what when limit
this one was not in your favor

the clock ticked quietly
forward without stopping
although there is nonsense
no one is without breakdowns
and the clock keeps people
who wear them
i have heard many stories
one of them is about not being taken out

the carpenter is so cheerful
here such if what
no offense
demon beguiled sorry

someone dedicated life to
do not go crazy
but to go crazy at times two practices
practice

gaining altitude
you get a boomerang
I wonder why
woe from mind

you thought the buzz is the buzz
you thought paradise dough trash can
you thought muse is music
dumb as an oak bitch

leaves falling leaves yellow
about the snow went white exactly
city ​​what is wrong with you
where the feet lead with whom the paths weave,
otherwise it’s not strength, not emotion, not a second