Текст песни X'ander - Детство

Where did you go when we are like children
Like hundreds of Poutine splown on this planet
I seem to remember that wind, I seem to remember those thoughts
I remember even the words of mom, I remember were not alone
Dust thickets of pieces of children friendship
I wanted to return everything, but it became worse
I don't need anymore, children's world destroyed
Now all life is one solid labyrinth
Lost That faith in a big bright that
and thrown into the garbage waiting for something
life is not like notes, bees now near the cell
sort of sweet but sometimes comes to vomiting
Remember something we knew how to grow
Fool, first it was necessary to wise
Now in the circle of me, there is now high
And every year more and more shores are lost

And again, someone's caprication gives me hope
leaves fall at the bottom, but again without successfully
Stars back comfortable, wind outside the window
Traces erases with its dark gray sand
Everything is lost in the circle ... outside the windows
Where is the time when there were friends
monses, we were only dreams
Hour for an hour our world turn into a dream

I'm confused where the time went
When we were not in captivity of this ridiculous system
All themes are already disclosed, where the glass is not added.
no more time, and we are not yet forgotten
someone broadcasts over, Mind will be more from food
Non-knowledge is not a reason to become a poor
Do you hear? .. CHHCH ... What is quietly at all?
just someone gained a bunch of different problems
Now we are under the needle of this ridiculous life
closer we do not become so rising above
We are not found ... The stairs are all broken
In the door where we were knocking, there are all the ripples
previously divided equally, now everything is new
If you lose friends, we still get
How many years already lived, the stages are decomposed
everything is broken, burned, you know live can still be able to

And again, someone's caprication gives me hope
leaves fall at the bottom, but again without successfully
Stars back comfortable, wind outside the window
Traces erases with its dark gray sand
Everything is lost in the circle ... outside the windows
Where is the time when there were friends
monses, we were only dreams
Hour for an hour our world turn into a dream