In scattered...
In scattered...
In scattered childhood I write a letter
For me forwards, there mom is setting the table
And windingly, but honestly the path with a beaten arm
Leads me to the tired youth.
I walk home beaten again, yes,
And I so want to turn sideways
There, where night plays the Moon
And sings something.
And I'm with her; and I'm with her
I'm getting drunk at fifteen (fifteen),
And so greedily I grab at the fingers (at the fingers),
And madly want to fall asleep right on the ground.
"Warm up!" — I shout tearing off the shell for her (shell for her),
But calls bother me from getting ready to leave (getting ready to leave),
And to pick up — it means to understand that I'm at the bottom again.
Hello.
Well, hello! Well, hello! (na-na-na).
Well, hello! Well, hello! And, I'm with her.
Well, hello! Well, hello! (na-na-na).
Well, hello! Well, hello, to you.
Wind rose. Native district will remind of itself to me.
It's on my palm, and the lines of fate are on it
Cross into one.
Sky - don't judge! I was drunk, I was young.
Youth. Only memories
Can return us back.
Sad. The answers are hidden
In strange feelings - feel them.
Hey!
Mom, there's no time - I need to run,
This big world awaits me.
There, we burn down in flames; and this fire,
I believe, warms up others.
Mom - don't chide. No way without mistakes,
Without mistakes I couldn't have done it.
I hear your voice, and don't see,
But feel - tears are rolling down, ma.
I write a letter to myself forwards
There mom is setting the table
And windingly, but honestly the path with a beaten arm
Leads me to the tired youth
I walk home beaten again, yes,
And I so want to turn sideways
There, where night plays the Moon
And sings something.
And I, I'm with her! Well, hello! Well, hello (na-na-na).
Well, hello! Well, hello! And I'm, here!
Well, hello! Well, hello (na-na-na).
Well, hello! Well, hello, to you.