Текст песни Взгяд на жизнь... - Один миг

Perhaps the wind of change is stronger than all the wind
his cold flow can not be prepared
this will cause slow down on snowy road
worst of all - it will cause wear mask
we would rasskrasit transparent stained glass
but just like that feeling too exposed
heat instead of eyes that something is not native
luchsheb from this love story we were not given passwords
salt on the wounds - to know that you are somewhere
Mind quarrels with heart in a room with dimmed lights
the smell alone will not breathe
I do not believe in miracles? but still will wait
you seek solace in something accidental glance
you know, the magic has long been stolen by someone
why should cover those on the rake again and again?
whiskey with ice and cola do not chase stiffness.
shackled, even if hate words,
shackled together even if others embrace
do not keep on feeling the wind of change
will keep their hands fragile dream
it is about how to be patient enough fully
I promise, if you strongly believe - is executed.
as you want without tears, to meet the day with a smile
when our forces are not stubborn salvation.

Across the road and thought, and millions of lights
She sees something in him, he will see it
Here it is the link from the myriad milligrams
But the stars are not in the aisles angle MKAD
Hundreds otyuzannyh chuvst throw in the trash
To then add up exactly poetry to music
It does not believe the top, from the heart of the scrub
Memories as slides rush cascade
So nado..ili so it was not necessary at all
He went out somewhere in the spring and fall of her station
So winter is coming and thought about clothes
This aimless trip through the branches without hope
Those eyes are empty and these simple petty,
But this hides the bolts - another muddle
What your father bends remaining overtime?
Successful weekend, take the five vsklochennuyu.
Having come from different doors, get together
He sees something in her, she sees in him
Just run, breath until the end of the night
Catching his rise within the damn ring
It Pano empty color sketches destinies
From weekend to weekend
Through everyday work
From the bed to the kitchen space at work
What can you tell those eyes in front?

just a moment
and everything can disappear
the light fades the sound fades
throw feelings should not be
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