Текст песни Пятый угол - Детство

the first verse (Munro Yoba)
sit ZhSU matches ember from a cigarette
recalls childhood holiday, but we are not children
where are you? sama the warm summer breeze
that was blowing in my face when we were still children
Childhood has hardly understand it
I do not know Che will continue to the end of May is not happy
Now only very rarely that feeling
I do not know what to call it, but it is very sad
mind is now only concern some
any yakie muddied institutions seek work
But both want to restore things
at least five years and Th all say
I would much changed much did
He did not say how he knew everything and writing chalk
erased the hell out of the poor, it would all become better
and finally I forgot all the worst
chorus
and where the very same hot wind
where the very ones most carefree children
It is like to see a serious and dreams
about how cool it must be an adult
Verse 2 (Artem)
Brother and remember childhood?
When all the time together.
Chased on typewriters
Voynushechka in the stairwell
Played and dreamed that when we grow up ...
We will become stronger and the army is our style
As time went by brother we're growing up
And we have forgotten what it means to fall asleep in bed.
Then the dark night we ran away from home.
Wander in a huge city now do not remember everything.
That was the time, but had a quarrel, sorry
Me your advice and assistance ... emotional wounds treatment.
Does it matter over time.
Even are scattered, the fire burning in my heart.
And do not forget that time is that childhood name.
It seared on skoz leaving mark on the inside.
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How much time has passed, and I still remember as if yesterday
I remember how people looked and could not find themselves
I believed then, as much as the dark courtyards
And I do not believe that in this world there is not a bit of kindness ...
I do not understand why so many people on so cruel
I do not know where are all these railways
I turn around back and see a small boy
I see the fear in his eyes, I see the goal to finish before the end of
But this fear has disappeared, and the goal to reach the top is not the same
There was only a dream, except that there is no damn thing
In me not a bit left, that once used to be
I went the wrong way and the back door suddenly closed
I patiently waited for clearance to get out of this shit
Life is garbage, and who thinks so - it bro vnature darkness
And everything seemed to have been yesterday, on the very spot
And I will never forget those fragments of my childhood ...