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Не стал я лучшим ошибок сделал очень много
давно бы их забыл но не смогу и не помогут
Уже нету тех сил что были скоплены годами
Не верил не в кого и не кому ну только маме
Оставался грустил ну хоть и не было повада
Я разделил людей с которыми знаком был по ровну
Оставил близких откинул того кто пративен
Просто проигнорировал и не был в негативе
Терпел всю эту боль в себе и не довал премера
Мне было плохо я молчал зря не сказал наверно
Да впринцепе о чем я каму моя боль интересна
Каму то очень много места а мне душно тесно
Не гнался за удачей да и не стоял так вроде
Кашель охрипший голос одет не по погоде
Писал текста в некуда но их писал с мативом
Не стал я классным сыном но и не стал скатиной
время летит мы взрослеем становимся старше
сидел смотрел в окно и думал о том как там дальше
стены грели душу стены теплого подЪезда
мне не удобно здесь мне в этом мире мало места
была так много негатива по меньше улыбки
мне говорили рано начал а я шел по нитки
не обращал вниманья и делал то что умею
отталкивая боль все это перебалею
смотрел на этот мир с печалью и было так грустно
я выбрал музыку наверно то самое русло
я лирик и все мои песни не важны
но в этих песнях то чего не слышно дважды
снова порвал тетрадку и написал все сначала
мне было холодно но музыка с теплом встречала
я был напуган чем то мне было жутко от риска
позвал бы всех кто есть но вас тогда не было близко
на все забил опять замазал все строки чернилом
задумался о старом под ноты жизни так мила
ты назови скатиной или назови хорошим
я обманывал нагло но в душе мне было тошно
время летит мы взрослеем становимся старше
сидел смотрел в окно и думал о том как там дальше
стены грели душу стены теплого подЪезда
мне удобно здесь мне в этом мире мало места
Ушел в себя на боль не обратил внимание
Не думал не о чем и не обещал заранее
Просто молчал писал в тетрадь на едине
Все это на еву лучше бы было во сне
Смотрел на облака и на голубое небо
вспоменял все минуты там где я был и где небыл
я не в пример и каму то нанес много вреда
опять забил на все встречая с улыбкою лето
время летит мы взрослеем становимся старше
сидел смотрел в окно и думал о том как там дальше
стены грели душу стены теплого подЪезда
мне не удобно здесь мне в этом мире мало места
I didn’t make a lot of the best mistakes
I would have forgotten them for a long time but I could not and will not help
There are no longer the forces that have been accumulated over the years
I did not believe in anyone and no one, well, only mom
Remained sad, although there was no habet
I shared the people who were familiar with even
Left relatives threw back the one who is primary
Just ignored and was not in a negative
Tolerated all this pain in himself and did not get the premium
I was bad, I was silent, I probably didn’t say
Yes, in the sprint what am I Kama my pain is interesting
Kama that is a lot of space and I'm stuffy cramped
Did not chase for luck and did not stand like that
Coughing a hoarse voice is dressed not according to the weather
I wrote the text in nowhere but wrote them with a mativ
I did not become a cool son, but did not become a slope
time flies we grow older
sat looking out the window and thought about how it was there
Walls warmed the soul of the wall of a warm entrance
I'm not comfortable here in this world, there is little space
there was so much negativity in less smile
they told me early and I walked along the thread
I did not pay attention and did what I can
Pubulating the pain, I will beg it all off
I looked at this world with sadness and it was so sad
I chose the music probably the very direction
I am a lyricist and all my songs are not important
but in these songs something is not heard twice
again tore the notebook and wrote all over again
I was cold, but I met music with warmth
I was scared of something terribly at risk
I would call everyone who is, but then you were not close
on everything scored again smeared all the lines with ink
thought about the old under the notes of life so sweet
you call it with a slope or call good
I was deceiving brazenly, but I was sick in my soul
time flies we grow older
sat looking out the window and thought about how it was there
Walls warmed the soul of the wall of a warm entrance
I am comfortable here in this world is not enough space
I went to pain did not pay attention
I didn't think about anything and did not promise in advance
Just silently wrote in a notebook on one
All this on Eve would be better in a dream
Looked at the clouds and at the blue sky
I drove all the minutes where I was and where I was not
I am not an example and Kama did a lot of harm
again scored on everything, meeting with a smile summer
time flies we grow older
sat looking out the window and thought about how it was there
Walls warmed the soul of the wall of a warm entrance
I'm not comfortable here in this world, there is little space
I would have forgotten them for a long time but I could not and will not help
There are no longer the forces that have been accumulated over the years
I did not believe in anyone and no one, well, only mom
Remained sad, although there was no habet
I shared the people who were familiar with even
Left relatives threw back the one who is primary
Just ignored and was not in a negative
Tolerated all this pain in himself and did not get the premium
I was bad, I was silent, I probably didn’t say
Yes, in the sprint what am I Kama my pain is interesting
Kama that is a lot of space and I'm stuffy cramped
Did not chase for luck and did not stand like that
Coughing a hoarse voice is dressed not according to the weather
I wrote the text in nowhere but wrote them with a mativ
I did not become a cool son, but did not become a slope
time flies we grow older
sat looking out the window and thought about how it was there
Walls warmed the soul of the wall of a warm entrance
I'm not comfortable here in this world, there is little space
there was so much negativity in less smile
they told me early and I walked along the thread
I did not pay attention and did what I can
Pubulating the pain, I will beg it all off
I looked at this world with sadness and it was so sad
I chose the music probably the very direction
I am a lyricist and all my songs are not important
but in these songs something is not heard twice
again tore the notebook and wrote all over again
I was cold, but I met music with warmth
I was scared of something terribly at risk
I would call everyone who is, but then you were not close
on everything scored again smeared all the lines with ink
thought about the old under the notes of life so sweet
you call it with a slope or call good
I was deceiving brazenly, but I was sick in my soul
time flies we grow older
sat looking out the window and thought about how it was there
Walls warmed the soul of the wall of a warm entrance
I am comfortable here in this world is not enough space
I went to pain did not pay attention
I didn't think about anything and did not promise in advance
Just silently wrote in a notebook on one
All this on Eve would be better in a dream
Looked at the clouds and at the blue sky
I drove all the minutes where I was and where I was not
I am not an example and Kama did a lot of harm
again scored on everything, meeting with a smile summer
time flies we grow older
sat looking out the window and thought about how it was there
Walls warmed the soul of the wall of a warm entrance
I'm not comfortable here in this world, there is little space