РЕП - За гаражами - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

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Nerves like threads stretched mothers do not look at the watch, tomorrow the weekend means it will not come today. Do not worry all in order sit down for the mobile, earlier than midnight LLC at home! when it was.

I remember finding cigarettes I blushed silently,

Even when I staggered, I came in a hunger at night,

Okay, my mother to sleep put a basin by the bed,

And all the quiet carefully hiding from Bati.

Many challenges to school, you forgave them to me, the upbringing of a belt will not make me smarter. I forbade a walk from Kolka, they say he is a bad small. I am not a mother’s son, I'm my mother’s son.

And no matter how anyone swore, because you can not swear.

From the army you alone waited for me,

Sorry for the wrinkles I, I hope you see a real mushroom in me.

Podspev:

Behind the garages where we smoked boys, where we were worn there, we will not be imprisoned. The trail of the path of the trail of us is trotted with this is a segment of the staging that not to erase.

Behind the garages where we smoked boys, there will not be imprisoned. We sprouted the trail of the trail we are trodden to not erase the segment of the stagnation.

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Her brother what you remember what happened before

How the year flew by this day yesterday.

Today everything is not like 10 years ago.

When for hours to take a span and only to dream with mom.

All that we had to have breakfast in the morning and in the grandmothers with the boys to the dark, that was what the bruises did not move off the feet, the corns so fraught with the knees, the bruises of all the same limits. Suddenly the children have matured, and the games of it.

Time changed us, the interests of the night clubs consumed with the signs of steel, and the weaker floor began to hear closer to the body. Oh childhood, I remember everything and Khan is all those fragments and there is always a place in memory. If I would like to plunge again, on that day that day where everything is so familiar to me. Chorus:

Behind the garages where we smoked boys, where we were worn there will not be imprisoned there.

We are overwhelmed by the grass of the path, we are trodden by us, this is a segment of the staging of which do not erase.

Behind the garages where we smoked boys, where we were worn there will not be imprisoned there. The paths of the path of the path are trodden by us, this is a segment of the staging that not to erase.