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Look, scattered like -
Where is destiny, where in some places we are ourselves,
Deliberately drowned in everyday life;
We see each other less often, only from time to time.

Every day on the run - childbirth, then farewell
Suddenly close, but I can't do that;
And melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.

[...] traffic jams, work, business. Crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed native voice:
- Dial me, Lyokha!
- Pick me up, spring, you haven't seen each other for so long.
Let's crack it heart to heart.
Before they had time to look back, the brother became a father and
The kid is growing up.

Let the ice under your feet;
I on it in turns on summer tires.
But while she is waiting for me at home,
I'll get there, even the pilaf won't cool down.

I'll get there whole, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, from the heart of the respectos,
And the verse, this one is a kid.

Chorus:

We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

[Caspian Cargo]:
Youth is barefoot. Crowds of us, many of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, lonely we are leafing through the pictures; who, where - we do not know, and we melt.
And here, they barely fit in the frame, and on the faces - not an ounce of sadness.
We didn't even say goodbye, Padre, can at least you let us go?

And now, if I meet my old kents, you know what will happen?
We won't have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard set of routine questions: "How is work? How are children?"
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

And childhood united us; childhood is like a blanket.
We were overwhelmed, but childhood alone is not enough for us.
And now, days fly by like this - and we do not have time, as the whole world follows China.
We forget, we hammer, we melt.

Chorus:
We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

We are melting, time is running away somewhere,
As if on a chessboard they put us in our places;
And I know they will forget us as soon as they finish playing us.
Tired of building a foundation.
We feed ourselves with thoughts of a happy life,
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones:
Busy!

[Let's admit] what was it like as a kid, boy?
Why, tell me, am I running away from home, without a mobile phone -
I didn’t find friends, didn’t I?
Let the lips not speak so much,
But my heart pounds like a Mustang motor.
I will remember a lot, and I will leave it in place.

My brothers melt like sand through your fingers suddenly disappear
Who where, here and there, on business, one or two - and we do not know each other.
My brothers are melting, and I would be glad if this attempt to grow somewhere;
To go for something - for the sake of goals, family ... Yes, even in excess!

[But these are not here], just the wind from braided nets.
Answer me: how is it that soon thirty, and you are fucked up, you fool! You noticed?
Either the time, perhaps, is rather commonplace, here it was the reason.
I myself, here - lost, in pursuit of happiness, on the edge would not fall, weaving a web.

There are so many things around. Come on, grab, run.
How to be in time, and not sit, leafing through the days stupidly.
So, along the way, for everyone. According to interests, then scatters according to his interests,
Well then, we're in touch. There seems to be a number.
And if what, come on - dial me.

Chorus:
We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

Look, it's scattered like.
Where is fate, where in some places we are ourselves, intentionally.
We were drowning in everyday life, we see each other less often.
Only from time to time.

Every day on the run, childbirth, then seeing off.
Suddenly close, but I can’t.
And melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.
Fuck onics plugs, work, business.
Crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed native voice.
- Dial me, Lyokha!
- Pick me up, spring, you haven't seen each other for so long.
Let's crack it heart to heart.
Before they had time to look around, my brother became a father and.
The kid is growing up.

Let the ice under your feet.
I on it in turns on summer tires.
But while she is waiting for me at home, I’ll get even the pilaf will not cool down.
I'll get there with a bouquet of roses.
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, and Respectos souls, and this kid's verse.

Chorus (2x):
We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain hold, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know we must not hesitate.
How not to twist the result - every man for himself.

Barefoot youth, crowds of us, many of us.
Crane flock.
And now we are flipping through the pictures lonely.
We do not know where and we hide.
And then they barely fit in the frame, and not an ounce of sadness on their faces.
We didn't even say goodbye, Padre, maybe at least you will let us go.

And now, if I meet my old kents.
You know what will happen?
We won't have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard package of on-duty questions.
- How's your work? Like children?
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

And childhood united us, childhood is like a blanket.
We were overwhelmed, but childhood alone is not enough for us.
And now the days fly by and we do not have time as the whole world follows China.
We forget, we hammer, we melt.

Chorus (2x)

Tay, running away somewhere like that.
It was like they put us in our places at chess.
And I know they will forget us as soon as they finish playing us.
Tired of building a foundation underneath.
We feed ourselves with thoughts of a happy life.
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones - Busy!

Not knowing what it was like in childhood, boy?
Why, tell me, I run away from home without a mobile phone.
I didn’t find friends, didn’t I?
Let the lips say not so much.
But my heart pounds like a Mustang motor.
I will remember, I will leave a lot in place.

My brothers are melting like sand through your fingers suddenly disappear.
Who where, here and there, on business, one-two and ... we do not know each other.
My brothers are melting and I would be glad if this attempt to grow somewhere.
To go for something, for the sake of the family's goals, but the same torture.

But these are not there, only the wind, made of wicker nets.
Tell me how is it that soon thirty, and you are a fucking fool?
You noticed?
Either the time is probably quite trite, here it was the reason.
I myself am lost here, in pursuit of happiness, I would not fall on the edge, weaving a web.

There are so many things around, come on, grab, run.
How to be in time, and not sit, stupidly leaf through the days.
So, along the way, for everyone.
According to interests, then scatters according to their interests, well then we are in touch.
There seems to be a number.
And if what, come on dial me.

Look, scattered like -
Where is destiny, where in some places we are ourselves,
Deliberately drowned in everyday life;
We see each other less often, only from time to time.

Every day on the run - childbirth, then farewell
Suddenly close, but I can't do that;
And melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.

[...] traffic jams, work, business. Crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed native voice:
- Dial me, Lyokha!
- Pick me up, spring, you haven't seen each other for so long.
Let's crack it heart to heart.
Before they had time to look back, the brother became a father and
The kid is growing up.

Let the ice under your feet;
I on it in turns on summer tires.
But while she is waiting for me at home,
I'll get there, even the pilaf won't cool down.

I'll get there whole, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, from the heart of the respectos,
And the verse, this one is a kid.

[Caspian Cargo]:
Youth is barefoot. Crowds of us, many of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, lonely we are leafing through the pictures; who, where - we do not know, and we melt.
And here, they barely fit in the frame, and on the faces - not an ounce of sadness.
We didn't even say goodbye, Padre, can at least you let us go?

And now, if I meet my old kents, you know what will happen?
We won't have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard set of routine questions: "How is work? How are children?"
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

And childhood united us; childhood is like a blanket.
We were overwhelmed, but childhood alone is not enough for us.
And now, days fly by like this - and we do not have time, as the whole world follows China.
We forget, we hammer, we melt.

We are melting, time is running away somewhere,
As if on a chessboard they put us in our places;
And I know they will forget us as soon as they finish playing us.
Tired of building a foundation.
We feed ourselves with thoughts of a happy life,
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones:
Busy!

[Let's admit] what was it like as a kid, boy?
Why, tell me, am I running away from home, without a mobile phone -
I didn’t find friends, didn’t I?
Let the lips not speak so much,
But my heart pounds like a Mustang motor.
I will remember a lot, and I will leave it in place.

My brothers melt like sand through your fingers suddenly disappear
Who where, here and there, on business, one or two - and we do not know each other.
My brothers are melting, and I would be glad if this attempt to grow somewhere;
To go for something - for the sake of goals, family ... Yes, even in excess!

[But these are not here], just the wind from braided nets.
Answer me: how is it that soon thirty, and you are fucked up, you fool! You noticed?
Either the time, perhaps, is rather commonplace, here it was the reason.
I myself, here - lost, in pursuit of happiness, on the edge would not fall, weaving a web.

There are so many things around. Come on, grab, run.
How to be in time, and not sit, leafing through the days stupidly.
So, along the way, for everyone. According to interests, then scatters according to his interests,
Well then, we're in touch. There seems to be a number.
And if what, come on - dial me.

Chorus:

Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself You see scattered like -
Where destiny where sometimes we ourselves,
Deliberately drowned in the home;
We see each other less often, but from time to time.

Every day on the run - labor, the wires
Surprisingly close, but I can not do that;
And it melts in the mouth, the taste of childhood.

[...] Cork, work, business. Crowded, but lonely.
The answering machine after the missing voice of the native:
- Score me, Lech!
- Score me a spring, so long not seen.
Potreschim heart to heart.
I do not have time to look around, brother and father became
Kid growing up.

let the ice underfoot;
I "m on it in turns to summer tires.
But while I was waiting for her at home,
I get even pilaf to cool.

I get a whole, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without the help of a mass.
With whom I grew up and grew heartily respektos,
And kupletik, this one - patsansky.

:
Youth barefoot. Crowds of us, a lot of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, alone we leaf through the pictures; who, where - we do not know, and Ty.
And then, barely able to fit in the frame, and on the faces - a single gram of sadness.
We have not even said good-bye, the Padres, though you could let go of us?

And now, if you meet your old Kent, it will know Che?
We especially have nothing to rub, we have different people.
We will hear a standard package of rescue of questions: "How to Work As the children?"
And their harvested Service Reply, Reply.

A childhood united us; childhood, like a blanket.
We used to be covered with a head, but a childhood us little.
And now, as the days fly - and we have no time, the whole world of China.
Forget, hammering, Ty.

Ty, somewhere escapes time,
As if on a chess rastavit us to places;
And I know we will be forgotten as soon as we finish playing.
Tired building under a foundation.
Oh happy thoughts of life itself nourished,
Often calls from relatives simply reply:
Busy!

As it was in my childhood, man?
Why, tell me, I "m running away from home, without a mobile phone -
Friends, I found not steaming, eh?
Let not so much the mouth speaks,
But friends batters heart as the Mustang engine.
I remember a lot, and leave it on the ground.

My brothers melt away like sand through his fingers suddenly disappear
Who where, here and there, on business, one, two - and each other do not know.
My brothers are melting, and I would be pleased, and, if this attempt somewhere to grow;
For something to go - for the purposes of family ... Yes, even more abundantly!

Only the wind out netting.
Tell me: how is it that soon tridtsak, and you in the f * ne, fool! You noticed?
Either time is probably pretty obvious, here was the cause.
I myself, here - Lost in the pursuit of happiness, on the edge would not fall, weave a web.

There are so many things around. Come on, grab, run.
How to catch, not to sit, leafing through a dull day.
Thus, in the move at all. By interests, then on his are scattered,
Well, then we will be in touch. Numbered, like, there.
And if che, come on - I pick up the.

Chorus:



How not cool, at the end - every man for himself.

Ty, Ty, Ty, Ty, and somewhere to run.
With each step, the progress we collect, the faster cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not tarry.
How not cool, at the end - every man for himself

Every day on the run - childbirth, then seeing off.
Suddenly close, but I can’t.
And melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.

[...] traffic jams, work, business. Crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed native voice.
- Dial me, Lyokha!
- Pick me up, spring, you haven't seen each other for so long.
Let's crack it heart to heart.
Before they had time to look around, my brother became a father and.
The kid is growing up.

Let the ice under your feet;
I on it in turns on summer tires.
But while she is waiting for me at home,
I'll get there, even the pilaf won't cool down.

I'll get there whole, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, from the heart of the respectos,
And the verse, this one is a kid.

Chorus:

We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

[Caspian Cargo]:
Youth is barefoot. Crowds of us, many of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, lonely we are leafing through the pictures; who, where - we do not know, and we melt.
And here, they barely fit in the frame, and on the faces - not an ounce of sadness.
We didn't even say goodbye, Padre, can at least you let us go?

And now, if I meet my old kents, you know what will happen?
We won't have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard set of routine questions: "How is work? How are children?"
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

And childhood united us; childhood is like a blanket.
We were overwhelmed, but childhood alone is not enough for us.
And now, days fly by like this - and we do not have time, as the whole world follows China.
We forget, we hammer, we melt.

Chorus:
We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

We are melting, time is running away somewhere,
As if on a chessboard they put us in our places;
And I know they will forget us as soon as they finish playing us.
Tired of building a foundation.
We feed ourselves with thoughts of a happy life,
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones:
Busy!

[Let's admit] what was it like as a kid, boy?
Why, tell me, I'm running away from home, without a mobile phone.
I didn’t find friends, didn’t I?
Let the lips not speak so much,
But my heart pounds like a Mustang motor.
I will remember a lot, and I will leave it in place.

My brothers are melting like sand through your fingers suddenly disappear.
Who where, here and there, on business, one or two - and we do not know each other.
My brothers are melting, and I would be glad if this attempt to grow somewhere.
To go for something - for the sake of goals, family ... Yes, even in excess!

[But these are not here], just the wind from braided nets.
Answer me: how is it that soon thirty, and you are fucked up, you fool! You noticed?
Either the time, perhaps, is rather commonplace, here it was the reason.
I myself, here - lost, in pursuit of happiness, on the edge would not fall, weaving a web.

There are so many things around. Come on, grab, run.
How to be in time, and not sit, leafing through the days stupidly.
So, along the way, for everyone. According to interests, then scatters according to his interests,
Well then, we're in touch. There seems to be a number.
And if what, come on - dial me.

Chorus:
We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

We melt, we melt, we melt, we melt and we run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not hesitate.
Whatever one may say, in the end - every man for himself.

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