I remember the yard, every meter
Cold, we are in the porches
I will ever die and I'm afraid, honestly
These stories broke my youth
In the area of the Koletes Pharaohs
With boys white smoke whitemarim
The smell of cones remembered conscience
The trace of the father's palm
I loved these eyes in earnest
I torn the forget -me -nots behind the fences
Changed my soul to habits
Hoiled the legs
And I will smoke over the old fashioned way
Yes, from the guitar I will put dust
As I will defeat the gray hair from the crown, wrinkles will climb
And with a brother's brother
My house will be the house, and what will happen later
I am at dawn with drunken dawn home
I stand on the edge where they do not give me happiness
I go from dawn again at night, I melt
My house will be the house, and what will happen later
I am at dawn with drunken dawn home
I stand on the edge where they do not give me happiness
I go from dawn again at night, I melt
Fly, fly up
My mind-stream, stop there (stop!)
Do not throw me in the distance
Do not reduce from fate, just give her fire
I can only see the evil in the stream of people
Here, along the way, to sweat, so as not to fall on eternity
I'll only fall here, not carelessness for me
Disappear, disappear, the city sows evil spirits
We piled up the old-fashioned way
The yard had smoke, time from the picture
I would like to extend those glare
Catching up, time burns like sticks
I'm in the stream to the house, time stop
Where is my share? Then make casting in appearance
I, along the way, somewhere where I saw happiness in the distance
I’m here, wait ... Go away, go away!
My house will be the house, and what will happen later
I am at dawn with drunken dawn home
I stand on the edge where they do not give me happiness
I go from dawn again at night, I melt
My house will be the house, and what will happen later
I am at dawn with drunken dawn home
I stand on the edge where they do not give me happiness
I go from dawn again at night, I melt