Lyrics За гранями feat Никита Skit - Потерянные годы

Behind the facets of the feat Nikita Skit-The Lost Years

We can not return the lost years
The naive dream of a forgotten freedom
Forgive me, my friends forgive me girlfriends
But we go forward without lowering our hands

We can not return the lost years
Forgotten dream of naive freedom
Forgive me, my friends forgive me girlfriends
But we go forward without lowering our hands

We are drowning in this world and to hell with all laws
If you were not understood then repeat it again
We are the kings of the word and the way with music is constrained
There will be no malfunction even if it hits 100 watts
And if there is a reason we will get together at home
Forget about a healthy lifestyle in any way
We shall be divided equally our friendship is not broken
And did not contribute to this, rubles and dollars
Remember how we played the first songs
On the cassette player the steps in the porch
Remember for a long time us and our neighbors
Spent our nerves more than anyone else in the world
Parents banned, but we were not up to this
Understood little we walked up to sunset
Well, with dawn, a familiar voice over the intercom
And now we sit and think we did what we
All is left on the spot, but the children have already changed
All the same games are the same gatherings at the entrance
And with them you sometimes want to just forget
Problems that exist and the whole everyday life

We can not return the lost years
The naive dream of a forgotten freedom
Forgive me, my friends forgive me girlfriends
But we go forward without lowering our hands

We can not return the lost years
Forgotten dream of naive freedom
Forgive me, my friends forgive me girlfriends
But we go forward without lowering our hands

Now everything could be absolutely different
If I did not take the music road
Years flew past did not keep up with them
Now with a smile I remember what we were like
I remember the songs under the guitar somewhere in the yards
Cold winter wrote tracks in the fall
I remember it was cool to perform in underground clubs
I remember the girl was love was shrouded
I remember going home in the morning, drunk
You forgive me for this mom
Everyone was next to each other less often seeing each other
Life has scattered us, everyone is muddied
Previously, no ponta, no pathos about what there speech
The main thing inside your dream is to protect
Time so quickly ran and we did not wait
Children have grown now other ideals
Time so quickly flew by me and did not notice
Someone with us is not present and at someone children
Well, we have something to share with you bro
After all, music once and for all

We can not return the lost years
The naive dream of a forgotten freedom
Forgive me, my friends forgive me girlfriends
But we go forward without lowering our hands

We can not return the lost years
Forgotten dream of naive freedom
Forgive me, my friends forgive me girlfriends
But we go forward without lowering our hands