Текст песни Триада - Возвращение

Sorry, let go back
Your word kills sadness again
The window is waiting for my mother
In the green city, again, the amber castle
I remember my hands, appreciate and know
For some, the closest friend was the trigger
Further years erases us, we are older
But even in January, the prayer mumina warms
How much eyes are cold, bodies stone
Phrases, shouts, sky with us cried
And I tried to break the borders of the wild world
Shouted, beat, torture to know him
Promised to come the third, registered letters
Why the trust in other people's people were looking for
Road in the heart and eyes know, come back
Maternal love does not melt ... does not melt !!!

My forgotten dream goes away
I let her go and I'm not sorry
In vain, we often throw in anywhere phrases
From afar looking at the distance from the pier
More expensive to be sincere, in this sense
And the life of confession, why fast so
Put the points to break it into pieces
Maybe from longing, I remember everything
We are not with you, we are near
We understand each other with a half-mounted, with a semi-invalid
Watching like snow in spring melts
It helps to live, soul warms
Picture of inspiration of antique genius
Her mill is different from the cauldons of hundreds of thousands
And do not erase it, do not dry the rivers
That life fills the meaning forever ... forever !!!

So many roads passed, experience gained like
And time goes fast so
And together with him the children's children, throws bold
Mom, I'm sorry that there is no caress
Throwing words careless
Well, I, because you need to carefully
Do not cry, because I can't stand this burden
I promise that I will never bother
From the heart of warm, soul sincere
Drawing brush as we are close to you
With sunrise, with rays first
I know, wait for me and I will come back
Let your hands, tenderness, will return the confidence for the same
So few left trail here
Walked grass, but I will find the way, you know
After all, the place where it has grown, you can not forget !!!

My home is my pier, do not need shots
Here the sky is clean and people close
I am gamma feelings, under the bright rays of the sun
You come back quickly, smile will come back too
Smoke glowing cigarettes, scraps letters
I have not seen my relatives for a long time, and brother probably grew up
I dream only, about this meeting with you
Strong hugs so that never squeezed
New day accompanies old, thoughts
What will happen next with us which plans will be put
Which we get old and seeds add
Scary not to fall, and not rise - as it happens
The ruins of one are needed for the life of another
And then there will be a battle time, there will be a road
In which many obstacles mixed stories
Which will eventually lead home !!!