Текст песни Южный Сектор и Plastik - Сколько прожито

How much has been done already? How many lived?
We are at the turn.
There may still be a step forward.
How much has been done already? How many lived?
And how much is yet to come?
Yes, exactly the same.

How many own years have been wasted?
Or maybe not, maybe fate will pass me later.
This rest of life is a little longer than memory,
But I know that all dreams can melt away ...
This world is broken into hundreds of crystal fragments,
Where you and I wandered around the edge through the years to no avail.
Of the guests of honor went to the list of unsolicited,
And all that we lived stupidly was thrown in the past.
Again a series of numbers: two zero zero nine.
No, not weakened, I just began to believe less
In a miracle.
And where do we go with our morality?
All the ideals that were we trampled on the ground for a long time.
But I'm not sorry for every word merged.
Twenty-two years passed steadily and the spirit is not broken.
I'm that traveler, as if building bridges,
And let the fire go out inside, but the heart did not have time to cool.
How much has been lived, and how much remains yet?
Though conscience doesn’t gnaw, it’s worth correcting the score in this life, brother.
Hold on tight, so as not to be before that, remember - time heals.
Time heals a sick memory and heals mental wounds.
Time heals a terrible loss and this is not at all strange.

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How much has been done already? How many lived?
We are at the turn.
There may still be a step forward.
How much has been done already? How many lived?
And how much is yet to come?
Yes, exactly the same.

Times have changed, and after them faces
And probably it was destined to be born in a new country.
Sticks to the spokes of my chariot's life
And in principle - not all dreams are destined to come true.
How many friends were there, and how many more will be ...
Washing phones, I recalled - these are bitches.
Who is already over twenty, who is already under thirty.
I began to smile less and shave more often.
You can’t forget how you climbed into the thick of it,
How many options of prush were subsequently lost.
Darted around in search of something missing.
Everything turned out to be simpler - the twisted wig will cure.
A couple of whitefish in the evening
And he drove under the lamp to scribble about something eternal.
Disadvantages list
my liver will weaken
And riding on the oncoming
could be fleeting.
From this is not easier.
Probably God saved, or maybe just lucky.
Tell someone to ask answers to such questions?
But seriously - let someone play barefoot,
And I will not be barefoot until the crosses are stopped.

Tell me how to measure memories
Those that are with us, in dreams, sometimes from childhood?
Yes, and now in places they make themselves felt with flashes of memory.
Over the years, they have become tougher.
Someone squeezes in his hand, and someone melts the stone,
And you need to change something, but also attracts to rap.
What’s on your pocket no longer warms without flame
The edges became smoother and at twenty-two in the temples glimpses of steel ...
It’s like a tribute to the traditions - I preferred the free calm to the storm in a glass.
I know silence is gold, but who has the right to judge?
And these foundations, the principles that rule my life.
You will tell me what is right and what is my truth.
I do not rap, I just state the facts.
I'm just setting out the facts ...

2-x
How much has been done already? How many lived?
We are at the turn. There may still be a step forward.
How much has been done already? how many lived?
And how much is yet to come? Yes, exactly the same.