Текст песни Куперит - куда-то спешим

Maximum words, at least in
And all of my days easier plot.
Less hope more problematic
Here are the signs of receding years
Always in a hurry something to manage
And we are afraid to miss the chance.
Affairs whirlwind rate now-
The desire to have time changes us.

Chorus:
Slow to move, move,
Flickering days
After all, running is the enemy, the enemy
My soul.
The bitterness of separation, time knock made her circle
Love of mine, she,
I have to save
To understand her, to neutron
And what is it? -
New round up or, rather, my source.

More Dating fewer friends.
And rarely excites the distance.
The sincerity of the words harder to believe.
And I do not believe in fate, but sorry.
Taste follies became so wrong.
Matters little, though full of ideas.
In the race my passion fervor waned,
Only tears rain reminded me of us.