Horus feat. Аманит - Память
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Do you remember, dear, how the light of the sun poured on our heads like oil?
Between the black spruces there is a white crust of snow, whose fresh layer hid the fleece of the fields.
The transparent sky is chrysolite, and from a distant childhood a forgotten film
Greenery in the alleys of growing linden trees and the aroma of earth after the rains
The eye lenses have not yet become covered with chitin, the lenses of the eyes have not dimmed
They haven’t rushed like rabbits for a little cash yet
Chronicles perceived the Time of Troubles without signs of panic
The eagles have not yet been caged, the dwarfs have not yet been poisoned with vodka
And now everything is not so... the distance is covered with moiré fog
In those days, the world seemed simple, and old age was as distant as the Ivory Coast.
It seemed that everything would be fine with us and the film reel would spin again
A call, a kiss, a happy ending - everything is like in a film by Eldar Ryazanov
Still, memory works strangely
Still, memory works strangely
Keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing
Keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing
Hundreds of events, names and titles
The passage of time erases smoothly
The classics quietly decayed on the shelves
The days have become as hard as a stale loaf
Do you remember how our laughter used to ring loudly?
Along the front gardens and alleys
Memory sometimes reacts harshly
If we take a walk again
In these places where we became adults
And something in my chest responds loudly
Mom's pie and dad's belt
We were all cut according to common patterns
Memories with the taste of wine,
What did we drink at school under the guise of cocoa?
These forests where they drove small ones with still unspent potential
The tree where you carved your initials into the rough bark with a knife.
Every courtyard is a mysterious island
He took us into the back streets so passionately
Empty bottles sparkled invitingly in the grass like pirate treasure.
And it all turned into remnants and is lost to us forever
We were more naive, we were stupider, but at least we sincerely believed in something
Still, memory works strangely
Still, memory works strangely
Keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing
Keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing
Hundreds of events, names and titles
The passage of time erases smoothly
Still, memory works strangely
Still, memory works strangely
Keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing
Keeps trifles, forgetting about the main thing
Hundreds of events, names and titles
The passage of time erases smoothly