Текст песни Дима Птицами - Шум

At the head of the noise.
I remember the sunset in Kharkov.
Smiles in Odessa.
Remember PZKH salads and risotto .
Someone asked warmly dressed ,
But I pretended that I was warmly
And I'm not in a hurry .
Words cut better scalpel.
I remember the weather is clear .
Gifts from Krasnoyarsk .
Postcards.
And talk on Skype .
In the sky , very high ,
Threw a trampoline.
Someone fed and fits ,
Spent force.
I do not remember names and patronymics ,
But I remember the kindness .
Thank you for it .
Evening Kiev . Songs in adagio tempo .
Grandma lunches and sour sorrel .
Books on sales .
And those wormholes .
Say what you want ,
But I promised. And keep promises.
Did not work with me.
Nor with people. Nor with fashion.
On the main way. On the main short.
Heavy clouds descend on the roofs of factories.
In my tired city .
I joke and smile in order.
As a child, at the house of acacia blossom .
I have not fifteen ,
But I'm still lying mother.
However, for other reasons .
Remember dablmint for two. And with swans lake.
I remember those I was really needed ,
Who substituted a shoulder.
And those who have just used .
Thank you all .
Come again .
I remember a funny . I remember serious.
In the morning about dogs transmission box.
I remember tears at the station .
Here they were real.
The depth of the eyes and the warmth of the palms .
Always comes a time to say goodbye.
Laugh for no reason - a sign of happiness.
You just remember .
As I remembered .
Stations . People . Kiosks .
Rare calls from her mother.
I remember so much.
And so damn
Malo.

In my head . Day by day.
I twist on repite
Noise.