ФАЗОН - Годы Бегут - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

and the years fly by, and I run after them, time without time, where they are strewn like quiet fog and fire, I don’t need a topic to write a story, the main thing is a sharp little piece of music where the pumping bases are, I need to affirm something by investing in the elements, I don’t like debts and waiting on the way to me I like it when my beloved is nearby I like it when there is no stupid drama I would like to save up for 9 but in the corman while the blowing wind floats past the dark courtyards where tracks for the boys are playing from the cars it is decided that immediately without further ado