Текст песни Я есть - Как быть могло бы

I don't know who remembers my miracles
this autumn on a blurred rain map
continues to successfully go to ram
I don't remember who knows
I don't know who remembers
I disappeared in September divided by years
puddles in new shoes striding closer to school
everything came together in one night only where the music was heard
but words cannot be discerned and only stars still shone in the sky
almost summer light
almost childish morning
in the grass with dew flying over bare feet
after the dawn !!!
when that morning was and the morning of life it was
I understood late
lost in it
the quiet heat under the blanket warmed me
I wanted to come back so much
So wanted to have time to return
so as not to cool
remembered
all the outlines of my dreams
 and the clock did not tick
you knew
that I did not believe them and we did not serve each other
and were not at all familiar
I closed my eyes to see
how did the minute move
and between them
only the rustle of leaves
still touching the window
my old poplar
you were cut down
now not at all as it was
but everything in me and everything froze !!!
forever
I remember there
to every fine dust on the carpet
my job
was carrying food from the kitchen
we ate in the hall
and it smelled delicious
and there were people
but it's harder for me to remember them
i let go
let it be as it is and don't strive for anything
let it be as I left
who does not understand and did not understand anything
and all from the beginning
all the way must be done by yourself
walking through the days
I thought a lot
and falling asleep
I wandered around the worlds
and did not consider it a miracle
that he created everything himself
that everything was there as it should be
here everything is real
for everything in charge
there were children who forgot how to suddenly dream and just believe
naive and kindly light
i stumble
fly somewhere
as if i'm completely lost
I grab the walls that year
fingering fingers
knocking nails
trying to reach where the sun was
but only the wind whistles in my ear
and scared me all this is just silent horror
that everything is not true
all make-believe and at the fork of each of the roads
meets autumn
and there will be tomorrow
the same rain and the same tears
and I will never know how it could be