Lyrics Ruskey ft Баста - сердце гори, но не сгорай

Keep your memory, heart burn but do not burn
Particles themselves on the numbers under copyright,
From the pen, a file of several megabytes,
Pushing away from the edge, do not die, Fly!

Thin lines, like a pencil lead
I take out these lines slowly breathing.
Struck an old clock that is in a hurry
But it was different once, remember brother?
Although everyone is mistaken and we do not have the right to judge,
I am writing you a letter and can not send it.
I can not find those letters, or sensible sense,
You say, they say, what kind of times and mores.
And remember in the boarding school you did not let us sleep,
These stories - sure - remember each bed,
I remember that very day, as if in an old movie,
When the teachers caught you and Farah in the casino.
And remember, Timurka, we used to swear often
After studying, we were scattered in contrasts.
As in the old fable, to live honestly more dangerous,
Broken bridges, like a guillotine before execution.
And you are so different, for friends, a shirt-guy,
You always smile at me with your face on the avatar.
No need for a military ticket and money,
Train Peter-Moscow forever in the chronicles the other day,
That girl is a mediator, she knew about the agenda
I suggested it - bring the portfolio to the site.
At least you honest guy, I thought in the army of the villa
Timurka's standing, the ink ran out of the pen.

Keep your memory, heart burn but do not burn
Particles themselves on the numbers under copyright,
From the pen, a file of several megabytes,
Pushing away from the edge, do not die, Fly!

Exactly 6 am, brewing Chinese tea
You agreed to go on business somehow unintentionally.
I telephoned my mother later, bought tickets at the station
But I called you all last summer.
You did not come then, and now Moscow beckoned,
The portfolio was sealed - it did not bother you.
You're like Atilla, thinking that we all can
Dashed to help the girl that you strongly asked.
I do not know how you believed in her sweet trill,
That it's just documents in this old portfolio.
Yes, and money, you know from childhood,
Such amount, free of charge, is given only as a legacy.
As a consequence, on the dirty apron of the capital
You were met by strange people with a chaotic smile.
Everything seems to be fine, you lit a Richmond
Suddenly a mask show, so you were taken in red.
The morning yawn was replaced by sweat drops,
You thought that this money, you honestly earned.
They opened the portfolio, playing both notes
After all, in this setup, Tim, you're not even hundredth.
Now sitting in the bottle, quietly waiting for the time,
Drugs, profit - all somehow inadvertently.
I am writing you a letter and can not send it,
We are waiting for you, Tim, but no one has the right to judge.

Keep your memory, heart burn but do not burn
Particles themselves on the numbers under copyright,
From the pen, a file of several megabytes,
Pushing away from the edge, do not die, Fly!

Keep your memory, heart burn but do not burn
Particles themselves on the numbers under copyright,
From the pen, a file of several megabytes,
Pushing away from the edge, do not die, Fly!