Lyrics Егор Клинаев - Вечно молодой

I wish the Sun, I wish the wind and the boys who had long left for the sky and those who were not, I wish to be alive and forever young. So far, it is too early for us to the skies too early to blow the winds so far early to the Sizem smoke in the clouds and therefore breathing deeply while. And while my mother's son is alive and while I am my mother with you my soul mom she is calm what will not begin in our House of War. My soul is my white soul Boldly lead me on my life first to those who are worthwhile who did not cost the money itself his spiritual home built. And there in the sky mom look like we live dead souls or live on the streets. We are not alive, do not smoke mom or do not drink. And do not pick up my God from me even if you give money a lot even if you meet the cold bank, my love is further your warmers. And I have the types of beautiful from my window to me the time to fulfill everything completely not to leave for always there was a matter of trouble. My luck is forever. Sea Seagulls and White White Sand Kids in the streets without sock I saw there I ran there was with the boys and I had a beagle. The end of summer, the beginning of the autumn and our Mountains of the Urals again foster and again will die again not to see it. Wai Wai Wai Brother Watch Puera leaves and ginseng edge New April Yeah New May If the bridge is not buried. I wish the sun, I wish the wind to boys who had long left for the sky and those who were not wishing to be alive and forever young. So far, it is too early for us to the skies too early to the sorrow of the winds so far early to the Sizem smoke in the clouds means breathing deeply ...