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Опоздание translation of lyrics

Also known as И я их не верну, уже меняются сутки lyrics.

English translation of Опоздание by CENTR
The ring closed, twenty-five again
Stopudovo couple of hours me here stand
There's either an accident, or asphalt repair
And now there's an accumulation of iron, rubber, and plastic
Chanson from the next basin, behind
Chick on a gelding climbs forward without paleva
These traffic jams are a stupid waste of time
The battery is blinking on your phone
At least stay with me, please
I'm here without hands, you're really important to me
So many people who need something
And I need something, and we are happy for each other
You need to be in touch to raise the lve
It doesn't matter where you are-in the region or on the Moscow ring Road
And the bird was pinned quite inappropriately
Everyone was surprised, because he loved to surprise
I liked to play with fire and finished it
I hope you get a proper welcome there,
As usual I took a long time to get dressed
Tried to find black and scored on a tie,
But I won't be in time - it's fifteen minutes to seven
The night of the plane somewhere in Siberia
We'll hand over your ticket, cut out the verses
And we'll record a song about it in the album
 
I'd like a couple of hours, a hundred and twenty minutes
And I could have made it, but the seconds are running out
And I will not return them, it is already 24 hours
I'm late, sorry, unrealistic traffic jams
 
I like to think sometimes, to spread my thoughts
Stop at the dream, think about life
To talk about the fate of
Why, why, for whom do I live?
What do I carry with me and what will people say about me
Well, later, when I'm gone
Probably, as well as all just throw to rot in the pit
A tear on my cheek, my mom's tantrum,
But I'm ashamed and scared -
I'm lying here all dressed up
Made such a mess
Youth, youth, followed by old age
I didn't think, to be honest, that I had so little left
Got it, took it by surprise
Just death decided that today is my day
Today I'm a sucker
All that remains of the world is poison
My mother was right-the road led nowhere
And these letters are clumsy, left on paper
Who needs them in this situation?
After all, if I'm not there, then the lines are dead
I don't even think anyone will remember them by driving in posts
Eyes closed, the years flew by
Shouts, wreaths and only one question on the soul -
Where are they? Those two, my friends?
Looks like "sorry" to say it is not destiny
How long have I been awake? Three days, maybe even four
I locked myself inside and I'm sitting in my apartment
I don't eat anything at all, I drink tea and read books
Rest would be in the subject, and then this is too much
Curtains are drawn, the city is behind the curtains
People live in the city and the people are all rushing,
And I'm pret this image on the monitor
And while tea and softcover are still brewing
For about a day, I didn't leave the room
My hands are shaking - I look like a grim robot
Both tubes have been disconnected all these days -
I need the sounds of this game and silence
Important events on the streets of liberty city
Local residents and garbage under cover
In this interval, between concerts of the Center
I managed to get sixty-four per cent
Does it make you sleepy when we're on tour?
I don't remember, I need to look in my phone
Come on, good, are you serious?
Do we have a plane today? Okay, calm down
Another strange message from an unfamiliar number -
Like the bird died, and that's even more fun
We need to pack up now and move out
Do it more sharply, after an hour it is the end of registration
From ... on the Express I rush to Domodedovo
Right now I'll meet him and tell him about it
The three of us will stand and laugh together
And we'll record a sad song about it on the album
At least an hour, sixty minutes
I'll make it in time anyway, the guys are already waiting
And here he is a bird, alive and swearing terribly
Nothing like that, you have ... jokes, you ... drollery
 
I'd like a couple of hours, a hundred and twenty minutes
And I could have made it, but the seconds are running out
And I will not return them, it is already 24 hours
I'm late, sorry, unrealistic traffic jams
 
I'd like a couple of hours, a hundred and twenty minutes
And I could have made it, but the seconds are running out
And I will not return them, it is already 24 hours
I'm late, sorry

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