Центральная Зона - Времена меняются - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

times change, change oo-oo

times are changing, lost and remain

what you remember, then forget, the main thing is not to suffocate

Threads, false deception, youth left so early, probably stayed at the bottom of the glass

And as with the crane is poured, and in the heart remains, Durat's sadness in the soul always bursts

It's time to get out of the shadows, crossing all the edges and mercilessly fighting the cough in your pocket.

And who if not you? In life, your dreams will be pronounced. Do not need to be threatening to throw the Pantians everywhere. No one will help you all should do myself, the inextan day, the life to be measured

And at the origin of the morality. Inspecting your writing jiggle, looking at this torment, sigh calmly and continue to go to the top, which so stretches in his little life.

Hands to grab the sky, close tired eyes .... Life is broken by a stone, life strokes heaven. And only rows of poems remain, tired sadness, life is led by boredom, so let him ...

Often it seems to me that everything around is monotonous, you lose time, it goes irretrievably, and it's unpleasant to get over that you are alone from the world of external, myself, myself, losing, are, and disappear, your friends are my friends always hide something, and absorb meaning stories of incomprehensible, to indifference, deceived, stupid, vague, dig in their lives, look for some sense, equating to zero, began to wait for what tolnoms, you live, you don't understand what, and life goes quickly and goes away, how to be What she strives, the answer was not given to me, his life would be to live, bend sorrow, we leaving birds, trying to find something, but we return again.

Hands to grab the sky, close tired eyes, life is broken by a stone, life strokes heaven. And only strings of poems remain, tired sadness, life lets from boredom, so let him.

A strict life, as if in the toy turns, it is upset, it cares after disappearing, the face of the tired sun hides the sunset, another day ran away, and it would be wrong back. He's a pity that Twee goes well, the worldly bustle to the background goes away, turns into a world Miscending, life beats out, hitting a blow, I'm tired of it.

(I grabbed the heavens, with tired eyes, spoiled soul, the wind burns the wounds, the last words in my head flies, thick clouds followed by only they wrap them)

You lose reliance about the spent day, unnecessary thoughts, hides on the bottom, reality leaves, leave the illusion, and a minute you lose your throne, Kaleso Pharinuna, revolve, no longer life has shown its life, and all that there are bad heavens, freedom remains and tired eyes.

Hands to grab the sky, close tired eyes, life is broken by a stone, life strokes heaven. And only rows of poems remain, tired sadness, life disappears from boredom, so let ...

times are changing, lost and remain