Текст песни Александр Папков - Костра угли

Campfire ugli- you the best interlocutor
Patchy doctor places Whisperer
When the feast was over by midnight
On the spark look alike working and banker.

And everyone something lives
Or maybe about the fate of the other dreams
And to hell with life commitments
All in childhood fell and childish .

Ex .: I've never grown up
          I'm happy with what I have right now
          Where would neither fate brought me
          I will remember the curse of the fire.

And after all the road waiting for us :
Someone to push a sense of duty
And evening on the eve of the campfire
Load off the shoulders , as if I was at the altar.

And every Monday to Saturday
We are slowly creeping into the rhythm of the
Living ideas, magazines, films
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Ex .: I've never grown up
          I'm happy with what I have right now
          Where would neither fate brought me
          I will remember the curse of the fire.