Текст песни Мурик - Заложники времени

Every morning everything is fine, no more.
But the heart cannot be fooled under any circumstances
People are too calm in the background,
As a rule, the word is thrown to the left, to the right.

Yes, I understand, they are greeted in the face,
And time puts everything in its place.
How not to scroll back, and if you are very tired,
Do not give up, go forward to the end.

You miss all colors, gray asphalt in your eyes
Press the pedal to the floor and behind the strip the strip
A wild waterfall will carry you away
Laughter through tears, we have no power to influence it.

The world is arranged this way, and nothing else:
One laughs, the other cries at this time,
In pain, clenching your palms into fists
Years change people and we are used to it.

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The world works like this we look at the calendar numbers
The hands on the clock in circles of people thank
We'll fade into the clouds over time
We melt like ice in the spring. Warm me...
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Over and over again. Day after day.
Year after year in caravan this is how we live
The twenty-first century is a crowd around you.
Change faces. Sometimes we change cities.

Events are happening, as if not with us.
All have the same sky. Sky with clouds.
Too much time has passed since the moment
As an arrow spins in a circle to applause.

You need to have time to collect your life puzzle.
Everything will be, but not right away, years do not press pause,
And not everyone will reach the top
Turn on your brain. I will not repeat it twice.

You know, anyway outside the opinions of people
There is a palette of colors of human destinies.
Remember how you thought it would be more important.
Fools burned bridges and come what may.

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The world works like this we look at the calendar numbers
The hands on the clock in circles of people thank
We'll fade into the clouds over time
We melt like ice in the spring. Warm me...
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Forgotten dreams. Forgotten Roads.
In moments of despair, people remember God.
They just as well forget when everything is good.
Has the candle gone out? Come on, we'll set it on fire again

Time breaks hearts to pieces, it happens.
In pursuit of happiness, they push their elbows.
The impudence of speed and in the monitor the news
In the evenings, I try to put text on paper.

Corrosive rhymes burn people's hearts;
The numbers on the clock change and we grow stale
And the calendar numbers will be carried away to the sky
I would have told more, but I was not there ...

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The world is arranged so we look at the calendar numbers.
The hands on the clock in circles of people thank
We'll fade into the clouds over time
We melt like ice in the spring. Warm me...
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