Текст песни Дима Реминисценции - ото сна

Until the dreams are broken
In this game, where there are only idols,
Not for satire
Fight for the right to be a favorite ...
Tattered books
Tired of wounds ... Only good thoughts ...
Packed in a box, not reaching the bottom,
Just spit it out ....
We look at the sun again
through the shadows of oblivion ...
In a chariot like gold
Your gaze through time ...
And you bent your knees
Holding childhood in the palm of your hand in the morning ..
Confuse again the days of the week
Touching the target, what have you become?
The streets dance the blues again ...
The author woke up under a beating pulse ...
Once, I fell in love with a word, in the rain ...
I will record a track by experiencing deja vu ...
It's so weird to stand on the edge
Where every detail is far from personal ...
And you're still young to understand the depth
Thoughts that lurk in a corner for a long time ...
The wind breaks off the leash ...
We will move away from sleep ...
Dumb, dumb, dumb spring ....
We will move away from sleep ...