Horus feat. Аманит - Память - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do you remember, my dear, how the sun's light poured onto your heads like oil? Between the black firs, the white crust of snow, whose fresh layer hid the fleece of the fields

The transparent chrysolite of the sky, and a forgotten film from my distant childhood

The greenery in the alleys of growing linden trees and the aroma of the earth after the rains

The lenses of the eyes have not yet become covered with chitin, have not dimmed

They have not yet rushed, like rabbits for a small amount of cash

The chronicles of the Time of Troubles were perceived without signs of panic

The eagles have not yet been put in cages, the dwarfs have not yet been poisoned with vodka

And now everything is different... the distance covers the moire of fog

In those days, the world seemed simple, and old age was distant as the Ivory Coast

It seemed that everything would be fine with us and the film reel would rewind

A call, a kiss, a happy ending - everything is like in an Eldar Ryazanov film

Still, memory is strangely arranged

Still, it is strangely arranged memory

Keeps trifles, forgetting the main

Keeps trifles, forgetting the main

Hundreds of events, names and titles

Smoothly erased by the passage of time

Classics quietly decayed on the shelves

Days hardened like stale bread

Remember how our laughter used to ring loudly

Along the front gardens and alleys

Memory sometimes reacts causticly

If we take a walk again

In these places where we became adults

And something echoes loudly in the chest

Mom's pie and dad's belt

We were all cut out according to common patterns

Memories with the taste of swill,

That we drank at school under the guise of cocoa

These forests where we ran around as kids with still unspent potential

The tree where you carved your initials on the rough bark with a knife

Each courtyard is a mysterious island

He took us into the nooks and crannies so ardently

Empty bottles sparkled enticingly in the grass like pirate treasures

And all this turned into soap remnants and was lost to us forever

We were more naive, we were more stupid, but at least we sincerely believed in something

Still, memory is strangely arranged

Still, memory is strangely arranged

It keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing

It keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing

Hundreds of events, names and titles

Are smoothly erased by the passage of time

Still, memory is strangely arranged

Still, memory is strangely arranged

It keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing

It keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing

Hundreds of events, names and titles

Are smoothly erased by the passage of time