Текст песни unknown.beat - дай еще попытку

The casket painted
Too many childhood
for great walks,
Too little space
I clandestine arm,
Through the eye of a needle
Between dream and flash
I get out of the trap.

About the same
Songs like on a string,
Dear, dear God,
Give more attempt,
Sturdy membrane,
Long road
In the pursuit of a dream
On the verge of the seventh.

It's hot like an oven,
Bright sunshine,
Without a single stop
Transport rides, rides.
Through the years with pride,
Steamers with joy,
I get used to the speed,
I get tired of old age.

But I will sing,
So clearly, like life,
As quickly as death,
I will sing,
And you do not hold on,
Try to fly