Текст песни Funkey - Вспоминаю

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1.
Sound winding machines
Snow falls on the peaks
Fates
The string tension and lived
I have long been decided:
We will not.

Chorus:

I
I remember
For a moment,
How
Used to cry you
And me.

2.
After one hundred and punched the walls
How to kick the question "Why?"
To wake up
You will not find common themes,
Closures of our terminals
Will not be

Etc.

3.
Run away recklessly and downhill
Fly away in extra-atmospheric heights
Disappear without fear, "but is it true?"
But that is not terrified then thrown
Thoughts those from whom skrebёt bark.

Having won the battle,
Do not fall into the arms of dead,
But in the battle I lost you the banner.
And now you see only the "Busy"
In a reflection of the past.

I breathe already small doses
Oxygen on the teeth like a shredded poison.
Well, you smoke the city proud,
I do not understand why I did ode
With the ranks unhappy endings.

Etc.