Текст песни SPAmy - Шрамы прошлого NostalG

Verse 1:

Under the rays of the sun can not burn my past.
It hides from the wind and just around the corner
I'll find peace of soul, and I do not know,
What will zavtra..chto is now true?

And how would you have me in the ground is not driven
I was standing on his own, on his hands
For each beam nadezhdy.Tyanut ago, but
Instead, I choose the one million!

intro:

There are always times when rolls nostalgia.
I remember every passing moment.
Why did not I take happiness in your hands?
Why did I pay attention to your grievances? hmm

                              Verse 1:

Curtain life is a sad spectacle.
A simple thing to get lost among the lies and lust.
Know a laugh last drop of patience
And a great explosion of emotions close explosion rumble!

I'm lost in this gorode.Igolka in the hay.
And the light is not pushed into the dark and confused ??? All
Upravlyayut.Za richness all Dvina.
And white face covered in blue color!

I look at the faces, are late in life.
They are in a hurry, but where they do not know.
And it is impossible to stop at all.
They absorbed shadow stoetazhnyh buildings!

Each struggled faith, but not everyone wins.
Everyone is afraid to lose something!
But if your show you again Rhyl.
What do you make sense of the scaffold not understand!

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                               Verse 2:

Yes! Being able to fly, it was painful to walk.
Every day hung on a bloody thread.
And the scars of the past will be hard to forget.
Every day picking up actions epithet!

Each line stand assertively,
Every problem stand to the floor plate.
Every time every sense sought by city
And the patience of the rocks [um] it is necessary to us.

How many times have I made a mistake, slicing through the heart.
I am grateful to my mother for a decent childhood!
How many times have heard of the fate of the defects.
And my angel was not until bloody.

A life book and pages for seventeen!
Many times lost, but did not want to give up!
Anyway, you're autistic or Miguel de Cervantes!
Of the billions I stand out from the masses.