Чистый Бит - Молодость - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everyone I killed was someone's father, someone's son, someone's brother ...

Youth where you run away

Wait, I don’t have time for you.

The farther from me you are, the heavier my legs. The closer to me this cruel outcome.

Norms of memory, fragments crash into consciousness, subtly features of the face, behind which something new, something unfamiliar.

I will open the curtains before tomorrow's dawn, I will see the first rays of my winter summer.

Sadly, but I forget to give answers to questions.

And something somewhere wakes up in the depths of my soul, individual moments fly out of silence, turning into sounds, evaporating in the air.

The flour of the past excites old wounds.

Youth - a drop at the bottom of a faceted glass - remains in my heart, is given in the sounds of drums.

Deaf blows. Blows.

Youth flies away, making a free flight.

Against the backdrop of a wild sunset, the desire to run somewhere beyond the horizon disappears, there to look for your own tomorrow, waiting for the sunrise.

I don't have time for you.

The farther from me you are, the heavier my legs. The closer to me this cruel outcome.

Youth where you run away

Wait, I don’t have time for you.

The farther from me you are, the heavier my legs. The closer to me this cruel outcome.

Photos lose color, crack.

Dust lies still on the shelves, on books.

Cigles in the urns smolder

Time is furious, with tires is erased, boiling, asphalt is destroyed by time.

The line of serenity of childhood, doubts appear. More and more often hesitate.

Flowers ask for more and more moisture, burn out bonfires of vanity of adolescence, only remains to extinguish coals from Sochi

Do not take the blizzards, I ask you, my memories, again the beeps in the tube, the bulb is going out ...

Youth where you disappear, respond.

I got lost among the crooked mirrors.

We play hide and seek cool steam. Hands freeze, this glass, unfamiliar morning is covered with hoarfrost.

Forgive me, you will only be on the negative in my eyes, filled with no white revelations. Sincere meaning: fucking winds were saturated, the clock was all tickled, the sands scattered at distances.

Youth like a mirage melts in sadness, and old age is already ready, waiting.

Youth where you run away

Wait, I don’t have time for you.

The farther from me you are, the heavier my legs. The closer to me this cruel outcome.

Young blood spilled from the wound.

Shards of memory with knives struck.

That tearful silence, a sign of waiting.

Survival with sharp heart pain, the memories strike a blow again.

Knocking, sadness is pushed to the edge of the monastery of cold dreams, where they buried the entire chronology of falls.

The alleys of once bright-red illusions once had a youth, now empty here.

In the aggregate of black and white flowers, this place turns into gray.

Those ideas raped mercilessly, ugly mutating in something incomprehensible in terms of principle: Gori Hope in that hypostasis, where these fucking scum grazes are grazed.

Fears of old age, which weaves behind, slowly but surely catching up with step by step

Youth where you run away

Wait, I don’t have time for you.

Blood is pouring, turning into the ice, panting, but further advancing.

Youth - not to miss too much, old age - already closer.

The wind of changes, bitch, whistling with a new force.

Time breathes in the backs clearly, you see: youth has already disappeared behind the film.

Youth where you run away

Wait,

The farther from me you are, the heavier my legs. The closer to me this cruel outcome.

Youth where you run away

Wait, I don’t have time for you.

The farther from me you are, the heavier my legs. The closer to me this cruel outcome.