There is simply nothing more we lose
All of us remember at the last judgment .
This night fell , like the one pass
For which the performance expectations.
Just past life lived in vain - not in vain,
But this is not , you know , and salt.
Hear , fall rains of October.
You see , the old house stands of woods .
We flooded the house oven, stove in the house ,
We pozovёm guitar from the wall.
There is simply nothing more than to take care of us ,
After all, for us all bridges burned.
All bridges , all intersections of roads,
All proshёptannye mystery night.
Everyone did everything I could , everything I could .
But keep quiet about it in silence .
Let the moon rises oplyvshey candle
Shutters squeak in the wind, in the wind.
Oh, how I love you passionately ,
It does not erase the years , not erase .
We will collect the remaining friends ,
We nabёm potatoes old backpack .
People ask what the noise was that of the hubbub ?
We will respond just like that, just like that.
There is simply nothing more we lose
All of us remember at the last judgment .
This night fell , like the one pass
For which the performance expectations.
Seen past life lived in vain - not in vain,
But this is not , you know , and salt.
Hear , fall rains of October.
You see , the old house stands of woods .
Hear , fall rains of October.
You see , the old house stands of woods ..
