Текст песни KAS - Письмо

"Letter to the past"
                                   Author: KAS
                           Artist: KAS
verse 1
Game rechetativom ceases to be a pastime for beer
And until the morning cigarette smoke I release Fiction
Askew line invented by the same type of notes
Tipo you know a lot about my trip or a pile of music

While closed for rep.ru I swung at maluhi oren.ru
Forgotten on tsentralnoy Yudenko in a closed house
Voice banal hear those days and apple trees in the garden
I'd returned all but I can not change the band

I would go back there easier woke up and the rain outside the window
Then a dash that is forgotten, and I do not prose but just
Roses are born with age later became more and more expensive
Rapidly changing dreams and I did not change was the same

Chorus
Burn the letter and the word again
Pour in ink notebook
Playing in a silent movie breathe
Do not expect not a destination

verse 2
In the morning fog outside the city hides a gentle deception
Four years as one day went and I did not even know
I thought this is the final and then realized that this is my city - the pier
All from the beginning remember the word that means "from scratch"

Places that its close before and now wanted to see
Hush Do not say that Videsh you like me who does not slyshet
If you write znachet dyshem we will as soon as you remember
Pencil take you about Our projects put or render row breath and

And here I am once again began to drink heavily otklanilsya Smal cigarette smoke
Raw asphalt became my past also washed away
Cooled something inside - but it is also the beginning of the path

Chorus
Burn the letter and the word again
Pour in ink notebook
Playing in a silent movie breathe
Do not expect not a destination

verse 3
Among the concrete walls where the splinters of iron and rubber smells
Here the fight is not on weight and you drown with this slime imaginary
Seem peaks pilgrim past the fourth Rome
Pass ships "will explain the epithet - it is our dream"

I kind of already finished the letter and do not put dashes
On the threshold of the house remained the flowered gardens otcherki beyond
I did not know that this hurts but I do not leave a stone hewn
I merged into seventeen want to add a little sense

To each his own vypodaet do not know what awaits me
I do not care to march in the fate of 20 already podshatala
One noticeable that there will be retribution
I'm one actor of the theater

Chorus
Burn the letter and the word again
Pour in ink notebook
Playing in a silent movie breathe
Do not expect not a destination