Monty, Lawanda, De-Monza - Нас Замыкали Берега - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Probably not to change the passage of time. It is probably important that each we are aging a moment. But not now to blame someone to someone. By notes, the played lives will forget as if we are confused, where do not look, but not knowing the way. In the morning, do not close your eyes. Waiting for excitement in the chest. Everyone looks eagerly into the sky when the soul is on fire, but it's time to lie at the bottom and do not press the cancellation. Let, and let out empty people to visit - nonsense. To fall, but the wind is spinning to forgive the blades - speed and fly where youth is youth. It is exactly what they put on a con - will be fire. Take it, lock the world for the world. Take me. I would be happy for the pen. The river is great on the continents, the shores closed in any way. Chorus: We were close the shores. The head was hollowed out. The cities were blocked. Take the days. Take the days. Caravans follow us for years. It is difficult, true, but labor is justified to us. The path was pleased with the parabola. Dad, it's time for the slaves to become subsidies! It’s not time to yell rapped. [Monty] Paparazzi with words to hammer. It’s early to die, dial rooms, push on the pen, run away on the platform - you need to push for a living, or beat a bit in the drum! On the sides - a type of battle. Shepherds say to us: "You are stuck." But, old man, we are against prayer. Although we drooped - we walk along the thread. [Lawanda] Stop sticking from apathy. It's time to take the path, my brothers. The vector of some rocket gave the sky, the radars of the city were burning for nothing. We were closed by the shores, but they did not give out faith to anyone, it was not the communicative of a wildly ticked benefit. Did you believe, dumped the raven of Neva, digested, but did not transfer me. Castlies raised, broke, for sure, walls. Metal plates fell. The arrow of the arrow behind the backs was watered not the shores. The schemes of the master dared to divide. It will give a limit or an abyss, but you do not take us for illness and medicine. It would be without a column to shoot, we were brought the shores to the broken city into the mud of the Neva. To free me from sleep for one or two, once I was pleased with longing. It's time for us to step on the gas. In the meantime, to the channel, a mile forged, the head was thinking little, but rejoiced. Chorus: [Monty] We were guaranteed the world for centuries! We applauded them, but, nifiga, we did not retreat. The shores gave birth to cities, in vain! Gopota turned the world. Stop me, disoriented in a field with imaginary mines I! They pester with quarantines. We were poured with poison, dominated as if cattle. We did not feast a feast, we conducted us. According to the radars, along the framework, along the cities, along the mountains, on guarantors, on all fronts: let the track rush with a boomerang. I'm glad, damn it! Throw it our heads back on our heads! Give a banners! It's time to turn the battle, transfer the right. It is necessary, man, live! Beat the drum, bit! You have to live, man, do not rot home, Kid. Chorus: Closed the shores ... They would close the shores, but all the posts are a sign of the sky to call back