Текст песни Каспийский Груз feat. iZReaL - Таем

You look, scattered like -
Where is fate, where in places we ourselves
Deliberately drowned in everyday life;
We see each other less often, only from time to time.

Every day on the run - childbirth, then off
Unexpectedly close, but I can’t do that;
And melts in the mouth, this childhood smack.

[...] traffic jams, work, affairs. Crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after a missed native voice:
- Dial me, Lyokha!
“Dial me, spring, you haven’t seen each other for so long.”
Crack on heart to heart.
I did not have time to look around, as a brother became a father and
A boy is growing up.

Under the feet let the ice;
I'm on it in the corners on summer tires.
But while she is waiting for me at home,
I’ll get that even pilaf will not cool.

I will get the whole, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without fraternal help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, from the heart of respect,
And the couplet, this one is patsan’s.

Chorus:
Melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere.
With each step we pick up the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - it is impossible to procrastinate.
Like it or not, as a result - each for himself.

Melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere.
With each step we pick up the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - it is impossible to procrastinate.
Like it or not, as a result - each for himself.

[Caspian Cargo]:
Youth is barefoot. Crowds of us, many of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, lonely we leaf through pictures; we don’t know who, where, and we are melting.
And here, they barely fit in the frame, and on their faces - not a gram of sadness.
We didn’t even say goodbye, Padre, can you at least let us go?

And now, if I meet my old Kent, you know what will happen?
We don’t have much to rub about, we are already different people.
Let’s hear the standard package of on-duty questions: “How is work? How are children?”
And with our prepared answer package, we will answer.

And childhood united us; childhood is like a blanket.
We were covered with a head, but childhood alone was not enough for us.
And now, the days are flying like this - and we are not in time, as the whole world is behind China.
We forget, we hammer, we melt.

Chorus:
Melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere.
With each step we pick up the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - it is impossible to procrastinate.
Like it or not, as a result - each for himself.

Melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere.
With each step we pick up the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - it is impossible to procrastinate.
Like it or not, as a result - each for himself.

Taym, time runs away somewhere,
As if on a chessboard they put us in their places;
And I know, they will forget us as soon as we finish the game.
Tired of building a foundation under ourselves.
About a happy life we ​​feed ourselves with thoughts,
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones:
Busy!

[Recognize], how was it in childhood, boy?
Why, say, I'm running away from home, without a cell phone -
I did not find friends soaring, huh?
Let not the mouth speak so much,
But friends pound the heart, like a Mustang motor.
I will remember a lot, and leave it in place.

My brothers are melting like sand through my fingers suddenly disappear
Who is where, here and there, on business, once or twice - and we don’t know each other.
My brothers are melting, and I would be glad if this attempt to grow somewhere;
To go somewhere - for the sake of goals, family ... Yes, even in abundance!

[But these are not here], only wind from woven nets.
Answer me: how is it that thirty is coming soon, and you're in the fuck, you fool! You noticed?
Or time, probably pretty banal, was the reason here.
I myself, here - missing, in the pursuit of happiness, on the edge would not fall, weaving a web.

There are so many things around. Come on, run.
How to be in time, and not sit, stupidly leafing through the days.
So, along the way, everyone. By interests, then scatter according to his own,
Well then, we're in touch. Number, it seems, is.
And if, come on, get me.

Chorus:
Melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere.
With each step we pick up the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - it is impossible to procrastinate.
Like it or not, as a result - each for himself.

Melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere.
With each step we pick up the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - it is impossible to procrastinate.
Like it or not, as a result - each for himself.