Текст песни Граф - Ветер перемен

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Somewhere under the white ashes of your memories
You will remember everything you taught and fought for.
On the shelf near the stacks of unnecessary doom and knowledge
You will find what you once would have called your native voice

..Having found the zenith of his achievements
Among the oceans of rooms from ancient photographs
Swim on, one day you'll make a decision
When your present is flooded into the floodplain

And the one that is dozing from above and you yourself have forgotten
What is important today may disappear tomorrow
But this experience, you know, was not useful
After all, it is not needed where it drags like a stone into the abyss

Now the eyes are open, but it would be of no use
Just words or attempts, and then it’s empty
After wiping off the dust, return everything to the shelf.
Without losing yourself like this strange feeling

And if somewhere else there is a wall of misunderstandings
Breaking is not building, just think about it
After all, the meaning of life is not in the prospect of noisy campaigns
When they are truly waiting for you somewhere...

CHORUS

This wind of change takes everything from us
The threads of fate are thrown into the fire
I'm not you, you're not me, that's the whole argument
And time is short

This wind of change hits everything
Some will go to suites, and some will go to a tent
Who's to take the reins for what he didn't steal yesterday?
Missing today

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And only there somewhere, in the depths of the poet’s soul
It was said to force "contrary" to all advice
To faiths, minor plots, tales and true stories, it was said
Forget and beat all the pots of sad stories

All this soap, “choose for yourself” which is more expensive
Happiness may not lie in the fact that it chops you into pieces
Then who? and who else can make you believe in miracles?
Breaking everything inside and breaking dishes between each other

Sorry sir, I'm here for a long time
The record sat “in my head” like these things on the shelves
I'm confused, everything has shattered into pieces
Need to collect, try, wolves fit in for them

Words will sting, the soul will tremble with intoxication
“It would seem it won’t take long,” “this stuffing,” “stick it on for nothing”
Like a couple, pain and fun, walk in circles so poorly
Nothing passes without a trace...