Текст песни Илья Сивцов - Босиком шестнадцать

still not opening the door, already noticeably tired
fell, and out of the growing, between
meanwhile, that a person was played
and that they should already be human
not yet opening, already spat in the souls
and ourselves managed to get more than once
Do you remember how you ran for the first time?
just like that because we wanted
how I tried to get out of the water column
I was five years old, my parents did not follow
all that was left for me was to jump in hysterics
and a miracle came, as if they caught me
I didn’t tell anyone
how that guy laughed next to me
like breathing magic gas
I thought I didn’t drown, but pretended
like eight on a dusty, uneven field
the whole yard drove the ball in the corners
how everyone wanted to become robbers
and hide on the transformer
I jumped over the fences
I didn’t want anything, but alas
music school every day corridors
they were so worried about my short fingers

to the parental house that he visited so rarely
I never, alas, wanted to
hear swearing, breathe cigarettes
sit in headphones as if off topic
remember how we could not even think
about alcohol and tobacco smoke
sat in a new empty high-rise building
I'm still trying to remember our name
I watched for three hours from the window, and did not understand
why do you walk barefoot near the stop
and now I get up every day in the morning
looking for you look, but all in vain
no one is buying coupons at a kiosk
buses don't go and I'm waiting for your trick
why crows no longer wake me
and a passport is playing in my head

from thirteen did not celebrate his birth
but it's all really pointless
challenge my beliefs
trying to find my hypostasis
in general, my being here
this is far from fiction
but my work is just an exercise
to become someone in the end
tracing the path from birth
I remembered only one thousandth of a percent
like sitting on someone else’s balcony
and realized that I am the happiest
no ghost formulas needed
I passed everything to my assessment
my exam is to sit on the phone
your turn to restrain passion impulses

in my life there was everything and nothing at the same time
and I’m ready to enjoy it already
I look forward - you need a lot of patience
I look back - I'm only sixteen