Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Столбы

Already wheel banging
Accompanying their
I'll miss you,
But nobody knows of my words
On the yellowed sheet
Without beginning or end
I stood and smoked and looked at the tail
Like you I was shouting something.

Exhale heat
As manholes
No matter how much water is under the bridge
I will always remember your hands.
It is useless to run somewhere
Or live nothing spared.
It is better to fall into the snow and lay
Harder is not sick.

Fly years
As the white-winged flocks.
I will never return
All that I have left you.
Covers bark
Legs are woven into the roots.
I remember sometimes parts
But not entirely remember, I do not remember. I remember!

Past columns, therefore it was
Yet memory and not dried out dried up power ...
Past columns, therefore it was
Yet memory and not dried out dried up power ...
Past columns, therefore it was
Yet memory and not dried out dried up power ...
Past columns, therefore it was
Yet memory and not dried out dried up power ...