Текст песни Рем Дигга - Улицы молчат

And you, the guy from the past, right?
Sorry. Scars - it's even cute ... But!

[Rem Digga]:
Spinning sadness, burning leaves. The streets are silent!
The streets are silent, the streets are silent.
Spinning sadness, burning leaves. The streets are silent!
The streets are silent, the streets are silent.

These streets are silent about the bygone days.
Silence Print dumb out there running series.
Who can say that there was yesterday, who survived yesterday?
Who got out of bed and jumped up himself, who survived only with the mind.

Who is starshak? Hard-headed kid -
Authority without the bazaar; no match dudes-youngsters.
Son, whether share! You're cool, yes; but then sit down -
Rui cake, drink tea and sleep dui.

Ai! The names are known, Mr.
Each of them in the sport - a formidable, high-spirited, fast.
Prospect streets all of us adults, steeper.
In a hand gun, a bullet in the barrel. Aue, and * sale?

Anyone who remembers them, the rumor is you "do not go, son."
Put the glass on the table, full of you, do not drink, son.
This man at the counter fear, not Gray, son.
Play with it - it's ding and sleep, and it was splyl.

Killed frame tachily rusts in the yard so far.
As there was, say - I do not remember ...
Fired if the car, everything. Tell me,
Who is left from the past, and who perished in it.

Who was killed, shot, strangled, blown and sleeping too long.
Who sleeps gored, who sits years.
How many soldiers survived, and who tore place.
Coming bottom waiting for a chance to drop out and do it.
www.gl5.ru.
Emergency water of the river, the years - the thieves of dreams.
Sprout grains for a moment, a new terrible call.
Look at the two types, not the street can,
But they will check you once, whoever you may be!

Romance lousy, do not argue,
But do not hide from me already for candy wrappers sewn.
For a long time I have made an adult dawn
And for the guys here again say.

[Rem Digga, Kazhe Clip]:
Spinning sadness, burning leaves.
The streets are silent. What do you hear, son?
The streets are silent. What do you hear, son?
The streets are silent. What do you hear, son?

Spinning sadness, burning leaves.
The streets are silent. What do you hear, son?
The streets are silent. What do you hear, son?
The streets are silent. What do you hear, son?

[Kazhe Clip]:
These streets are silent, but everybody remembers -
Who really has the weight, who took on a stupid bluff, * lyat!
On the floor look among the coolest uncles.
Go sit over there. Listen and do what they say.

While small, we were rubbing on the sports grounds,
Senior vacant lots for them fought mercilessly.
Huckster with cops live in a neighboring dorm,
One lucky apprentice, moved to another camp.

old park lights carry the autumn -
Broken fists, eyes, eyebrows and nose.
You had to be in a serious nevminoze,
Be here uninvited guest, x * Whether, you are welcome!

First Lupato Meren burned behind the old farm.
The owner was not able to justify the credibility.
Every day on the streets of the festival and the drama.
One photo on the memory, the other photos on the marble.

Someone pulls people took off, not sunk into the abyss.
Someone so dumb chick, beer, McDonald's.
In the past, defiant bastard, storm areas
Outlaw already, I remembered the former, again excited.

Almost Talkova native voice hoarse from the speakers,
On the table a couple of coupons from local dining.
I wanted to gain his old, but the other party outside the area.
These streets are silent, but remember old friends.