Just nothing more we lose,
All we remembered on the Day of Judgment .
That night as he went to pass,
For which the performance expectations.
Just past life lived in vain, not in vain,
But this is not know whether the salt.
Hear dripping rains in October ,
You see the old house stands of woods .
We flooded the house oven, stove in the house .
We 'll call the guitar from the wall.
Just nothing to protect us more ,
After all, for us all bridges burned.
All bridges all road junctions ,
All the secrets whispered in the night.
Everyone did everything I could , all I could ,
We keep quiet about it , keep quiet .
And the moon will rise swim svechoi
Squeak shutters in the wind, the wind.
Oh, how I love you hot!
Years, it does not erase , not erase !
We remained friends gather ,
We nabem potatoes old backpack .
People ask, " What's that noise ? What a racket ! "
We will respond just like that, just ...
Just because it rains on the ground.
And happiness lost keys.
This is all me , of course I
We keep quiet about it , keep quiet .
Just past life lived in vain , not in vain
But this is not know whether the salt.
Hear dripping rains in October ,
You see the old house stands of woods .
