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Nerves like threads strained by moms do not look at the clock, tomorrow a day off means no strength now. Don’t worry, everything is okay to sit behind the mobile, before midnight at home Ooo! when it was.
I remember finding cigarettes, I blushed silently,
even when I staggered come late at night
ok mom put a basin to bed by the bed,
and all quiet quietly hiding from the bath.
many calls to school you forgave them for me, education with a belt will not make me smarter. forbade him to walk from Kolka supposedly a bad fellow. I'm not my mom’s son, I’m my mom’s son.
And no matter how someone swore, you can not swear.
You waited for me alone from the army
I'm sorry for the wrinkles I have accused you of. I hope you see me as a real mess.
Prypev:
Behind the garages where we smoked as boys, where we were carried there we will not be vomited. Overgrown grass paths trodden by us is a section of life that cannot be erased.
Behind the garages where we smoked as boys, there we will not be squandered. We sprouted grass paths trodden by us, so do not erase a section of the life of kotorii.
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Her brother, what do you remember what happened before,
how the years flew by ah UT yesterday.
Today, everything is no longer the same as 10 years ago.
When for hours on flight and mom only dream.
All that we needed was to have breakfast byr in the morning and it was dark to grandmothers with boys and that’s what bruises didn’t get off our feet, calluses so badly injured elbows lived because the limits were lucky. Suddenly the children got older, and the games are still.
Time has changed us, the interests of nightclubs have changed, they have become priorities, and the weaker sex has become closer to the body you hear. Ah eto childhood, I remember everything and all the fragments are still in hana and there is always a place in my memory. if honestly I would like to plunge again, on that past that day where everything is so familiar to me. Chorus:
behind the garages where we smoked as boys, where we were carried we will not be there.
Overgrown grass paths trodden by us, it is a section of the life of kotorii not to erase.
Behind the garages where we smoked as boys, where we were carried we will not be there. overgrown grass paths trodden by us, it is a section of life that can not be erased.