Регион Снега - Долгими днями. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Where we used to play the ball no longer a gate. Someone has a children's cry, someone is proud, but lonely. I can look at least one eye, find out where we keep the way, where we fall asleep. I make a sigh, give thoughts to us this air, let it not be clean, let it not be serious. You see, here the stars flicker through the clouds, until it’s too late to say: "So far!" And there is no anchor, there is no label, for which I supposedly smoke everything on any, but still signed. The sky cried about who calls me a brother, in a transparent bag I would transfer tobacco to him. You know, it is so difficult to meet the same two in the morning, when I am sure that this ball can be unraveled, not notice the day, not notice the bitches that they spend their gap on conversations and fornication. What was - it passed, the past does not pull. I let him go for long days. The city took hope, caught up with all sadness, and in it there is something that would hardly let us go to the end. Sadness, well, Hooy with her. Printing past dynasties. And to everyone - his own, give everyone happiness. It is too crowded here, in the minds of extinct too stuffy, try to remember, tell me who needs all this? Blind friendship in the labyrinths of the old entrance, you are the weakest, in a pack of weak there is no place. Here, everyone in the past, everyone is related to the present, play by the rules until you “play the box”, hundreds of unanswered thoughts, in places not so distant, someone curses the summer. All my secrets are warmed by the warmest blanket, and memory will preserve the pictures where I am devoted to someone. Conversation, nicotine, alone with the most important thing, and it seems so long ago, and it seems like recently. ... what was - it passed, the past does not pull. I let him go for long days.