Lyrics Михаил - Круг

At which gate will the locks be opened ...
And what kind of loops are the unlubricated creak ...
Freedom will be returned to me with a light hand ...
I will remember this moment forever ...

Night will fall on the table as a black tablecloth ...
The foliage will wave at me with a soft fan ...
And the birch is a five-year-old daughter ...
Didn't notice how she grew up ...

I'll watch my mother open the window ...
How many times only dreams have led to her ...
And to the sky, there it is wider ...
I'll look from the other side ...

Fresh wind will come from the fields ...
I was friends with him there, behind this wall ...
From prison long gray nights ...
He took me for a walk ...

He took me away, he called me free ...
Through the shadows that stand on the towers ...
I cut off the term and justified it under the article ...
I took away and came back ...

He said goodbye, wished to see you soon ...
But, as they often say, unfortunately ...
Who is expected, returned to those who did not expect ...
Yes, only - I, in spite of him, still wait ...

At which gate will the locks be opened ...
And what kind of loops are the unlubricated creak ...