Singer: Time Machine. Page 2

All otbelit, and wise says
Each fire when-that will burn down.
The wind will scatter the ashes without a trace.
But as long as the fire burns,
Each in his own stores,
If the trouble, and if the cold.

And life is so stubborn -
Everything is decided for her and for them.
Give me your hand, my soul!
I have enough strength for two.

She goes through life laughing
Meeting and saying goodbye, not upset
What farewells easy, and appointments on time
And new faces in a hurry to merge
In a vague circle
Like friends and girlfriends.

And how difficult it is to endure and preserve all the flowers
And through the cold and darkness
To raise the mast dreams
His only flag.

We'll be together,
Of course, we'll be together,
I know we'll be together.
We are in the boat with one ship.

... Face cleared, the colors are dull,
Whether people, whether dolls...

You don't understand, miss - I don't ask you to bed
I just seemed that we have something to tell each other.

And he gave her roses, bought her perfume,
Devoted to her songs, read her poems.
He grabbed the thread like a damn fool.
He was afraid that someday, under a full moon,
She'll forget the way home.
And one night it came out that way.

He was older than her.
It was good
Her little body stayed soul
They went together,
They did not quarrel on trifles.

Our common childhood
On some primers,
From anything to anyone
Not need to explain.
What are we all shouting random
And silent not about
And all believe someone else,
And walk like a pony in a circle?

Three days and three nights he had not slept nor ate,
He sat at the window and the sky looked
He repeated her name, came out to meet the cornice.
And when rolled waning moon,
He stepped from the window as she was walking,
He took off as she flew, but not up and down.

Carload disputes the last case
When there is nothing to drink.
But the train goes by, the compartment was empty
And pulls to talk.
And the two met
Not for fear but for conscience,
The wheel drove a dream.
...
Both have gone somewhere
Near Taganrog
Among the endless fields.
And each went
Thy way,
The train went on its.

Will turn into water rivers, Snow,
Becomes a cloud of gray Smoke,
Will be home your Home,
From the ruins of a Temple built you.
It needs to end any Fight
Will win, no doubt, is the Light,
I'll take a bouquet of flowers - Words
And distribute to my friends - You.

And even if today there are few days,
And the snow fell, and the blood is not hot,
I for the hundredth time again I'll start first,
Until the light fades, while the candle is burning.