Текст песни Никита - Чистый лист

Old trash on the shelves, leaving only
New trash where you can lie ...
Everything is in the right place, because it’s more convenient if
Will not remind anything
As the tables broke, what's left of you ...
A new day means a new life.
Curtains moved by the wind - the sun at dawn
The messenger of change sat on the ledge.
Wings, flap, movement, he disappeared in an instant
Leaving a small sheet on the window
What lurks in it, what else will happen
He picked up the sheet, he was white and clean.

Blank sheet for many
He is left to
Start all over again.
On white paper
The path that I do not know
I'll write to the end

Less unnecessary lines, ugly handwriting,
But so convenient to write
A lot of new pens, smooth and prickly,
But not all, alas, I can change
Yes, it’s not easy to write, I’ll only become an adult
It’s getting harder for me to get used to it,
Everything is more modest than ideas, everything is getting older faster
And it’s harder to surprise me now.
There are more new lines, in memory longer
That's all I want to leave
To share, what I wrote and
What I sang for those was ready to perceive

Alcohol and tears are late on paper
And bumpy became our clean slate.
The chagrin of ashes, smoke from a cigarette -
He simply could not stay white
We didn’t manage much, we regretted for a long time,
But I myself decided what to do now.
Years have passed, I can do a lot
And now I’ll say for the hundredth time ...
Alas it happens, but I'm alive and I know
What's around is full of new secrets.
Every moment, a new adventure
Life Line Will End