Текст песни Обе-Рек - Кольца

Tree rings cluttered -
The next season meets.
Years and photos
Sypyatsya yellow foliage
Under the wind and rain,
But we still live

Days turn into letters lines -
Nights turn black at the site dots.
The new song, my dear,
He broke from you.
Let me finish,
Execute, show.

Etc:
Neither freedom
Do not cancel the course
The shooter of indifferent hours.
And can not stop myself -
Feel whatever you want
Do if this love.

Sneakers splashing in muddy puddles.
There is a feeling that is not needed
This strange era,
Native and tired country.
And my heart in half -
Woods and cities.

In the summer, of course, a little easier
Sleeping bag and laces tighter.
Sultry villages of charm,
evening resin smell
Pollen on the sleeves
And the laughter in your eyes ...

Etc:
Neither freedom
Do not cancel the course
The shooter of indifferent hours.
And can not stop myself -
Feel whatever you want
Do if this love.

A couple of minutes before the start of the path,
distance - a myth. ahead
Wisps scattered sense,
And his love lights.