Когда её нет

Those who are left are already well - one hundred years as a dry tears,
And those who stayed - a long time for all care.
We are blinded from our God something like Santa Claus,
Which, for the money, it brings dance.

You remember yesterday, it was a game - to stand slightly outside the law,
Boda with a shovel in a dull black-and-white country?
Any guitar in the corner shone like an icon,
A shovel was the rowing in the green wave.

Tell me, Mike, where did the time?
Do not just tell, but show me a hand.
And if the time - a river that flowed where it is?
And where is the sea, nourished by the river?

But Elvis - a fictional character, but the Beatles is almost gone,
And then - faded photos on the wall.
Freedom has covered us with his head, and it seemed that all took place,
But we have lost in this war.

Kabak called Estrada and Prison dubbed & quot; & quot ;, chanson
Plywood in the teeth rather increases milk yield.
Janis Joplin once told me that he did not want to be Madonna,
She knew everything, and chose to die young.

Tell me, where did the time?
Do not just tell, but show me a hand.
And if the time - a river that flowed where it is?
And where is the sea, nourished by the river?

So do not cry, brother, smile at the screen. Should we be sad about the separation?
Spotlights lit, and will be paid by.
And you put words out of habit and pick up sounds
Trying to forget that, except for the sounds and words, there was something else ...