Текст песни Дорогой Дневник - Треугольное Одеяло

Stretch minutes to hours,
hands hugging his head .
A new day will bring hope
And there is nothing new.

I know tomorrow will put everything in its place.
But there will be no place for me .

Childhood , the responses did not leave ,
some questions .

Stretch minutes per year ,
Who does not remember .
There will come tomorrow , and maybe ,
All dreams come true.

So scary
Make the first step when
You can not roll up and nowhere to run .

Childhood , the responses did not leave ,
Some questions
all I have done it correctly.
Watching as the years devouring emptiness ,
He continued to dream .