Lyrics Grim dictator - Назад в прошлое

I'm not used to hiding, but I often do it
No one to open up to tell my secrets
Quit smoking 5 years ago, I do not remember this summer
Then I dreamed about the first record, and about the first couplets

Thinking about the meaning of life, sitting on the parapet
I thought that an adult, thought was blowing a fresh breeze
Loneliness was absorbing, like one in the white world
Prokurennye porches, part of the lost childhood

There are no longer those who lived with me in the neighborhood
9 year not to forget, then tried on the birches
But zelenka ended quickly, such consequences
For drunken debauchery nearly hit by the investigation

Serious relationship, ended in a fight in the apartment
I was sure that betrayal, but no, a relative
Such a last drop, went home morally crushed
Rapid pain drowned, with the boys in the square

The sequence of different girls, all and not to remember
The visitors wanted to take out to the forest,
In a sober mind he used to be in a strong sleep
Playstation second, replaced by the third Sonya

Killed clubs, weekends that are in thick fog
Work by profession in the factory, not frail mani
My soul was not lying, I paid little attention to all this
Raised mother, Dad scoring for education
 
Summer trips to the country, pleasant nostalgia
Where we worked during the day, and in the evening stupidly in the doldrums
Nazi slogans, on the back of the head, songs of the Kolovrat
Travel to Voskresensk, and buhach in a dog

I remember 20 kilos, walked on the rails of the householder back
Did not have time for the last flight, it was like this
Yes, this is the time, it's a pity not to bring back already
Everything has flowed like water into the drainage irrevocably

It was also something that specifically I was on football
Trips to Cherkizovo, club Loko, chants, delights
Greed for a golden match in the city of Yaroslavl
I am 14 years old, ambitious and arrogant

Got in the subway from Gopnik or from punks
I already hooked on rap, clothes were wider than necessary
Defended their mores, that's the romance
I bought cassettes of Cyril, a dreadful guy

After puteshya got on the box to the guys
A lot of communication, quarrels, vicissitudes, conflicts
What kind of friendship, then half-intrigue
After all, everything disintegrated instantly, and yet the credits

Time is running and we are getting older
Everyone has his own life and does not return what was before
Became all cold-blooded and in the eyes of more falsehood
But how not to twist, we must move on

It was a different marriage, and no longer return
But I'm still here, trying to dig this up
The memory of the departed does not let me sleep at night
Sometimes I gasp from my thoughts, as if I inhale mercury

There are no friends left at all, or something I do not see
To many became indifferent, and few people I see
In the course of finding, the one with whom I want to meet I dawns
Not a little time passed, I chose, now and then

The past will remain in the memory and on the pictures in the albums
The past is facts, and I will remember
To extract what you need, draw conclusions
Develop, try, because there is not a side-altar

Time is running out like water
A lot of things already, I missed through myself
This only hardened and made stronger
Emotions under control, they were planted on super glue

chorus:
In the eyes of the fires were burning, how much excitement
But time changed, so did we, it's true
Adulthood is inevitable, the laws of life (such are the rules of life)
But I remember all this, because I grew up so much