Текст песни Июльские Дни - Канатоходец

believe me,
Wine I do not shine
Red color, as has happened before.
Dreams of my - naughty children -
Now run away from me.

I try to catch them,
But his fingers only dust
From the forgotten card.

What a pity,

Nothing is forgotten.
It is not to forget.

Confused we
Old.

I'm a tightrope walker.


I dream of the father and the silent lips
It is the night of the purpose of my napoёt.
The fact that everyone has something stolen
The dream, destiny, freedom, love.

Thank you, Father, I'll be happy
Seized by the teeth of the thread of fate.
So the trailer, but honest student
It conducts its stupid but important blog.

I'm a tightrope walker.

Wake me up when I'm grown up
And shout out the window that dinner was ready.
Do you remember as a child we all know how,
Playing the game, pretending dead.