Текст песни Регион Снега - Долгими днями.

Where we used to play the ball already no gate. Someone has children's crying, someone proud, but alone. I'll look at at least one eye, find out where to keep the way where we fall asleep sand. I do a sigh, we give thoughts to us this air, let it not clean, let it not be serious. See, here the stars flicker through the clouds, it is not too late to just say: "For now!" And there is no anchor, there is no label, for which herself the cortex allegedly everything is on Ababa, but still a badge. The sky cried about who brother calls me, in the transparent package I will give tobacco to him. You know, it is so difficult to meet the same two in the morning, when I am sure that this tangle can be unwrapped, not to notice the day, not to notice the bitches that they spend their gap to talk and forn. What was - then passed, the past does not pull. I let him go long. The city took hope, caught up to all sadness, and there is something that is unlikely to go to the end. Sadness, oh well, HOOL with her. Print the past dynasties. And everyone - his own, everyone feeds happiness. It is too close here, in the minds of the extinct too stuffy, try to remember, say, who needs it all? The blind friendship in the labyrinths of an old entrance, you are the weakest, in the flock there is no place here. Everyone in the past, everyone is connected with the present, play according to the rules, until you "play in the box", hundreds of incoming unanswered, thoughts for the population, in places not so far someone curses summer. Wars all my secrets the most warm blanket, and the memory will save the pictures where I am devoted to someone. Conversation, Nicotine, one with himself about the most important thing, and it seems so long ago, and it seems to be quite recently. ... What was - then it passed, the past does not pull. I let him go long.