Lyrics of the song iZReaL - Taem (feat. Caspian Cargo)

iZReal:
Look how scattered it is.
Where is fate, where in some places we ourselves, intentionally.
We were drowning in everyday life, we see each other less often,
Only from time to time.
Every day on the run, childbirth, then farewell
Unexpectedly close, but I can’t do that,
And it melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.
Billionics traffic jams, work, affairs.
It's crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed voice of the native.
- Call me, Lyokha!
- Call me, spring, no see for so long.
Let's have a heart-to-heart talk.
Before they had time to look back, my brother became a father and
The boy is growing up.
Let there be ice under your feet.
I'm driving around it on summer tires.
But while she’s waiting for me at home, when I get there, even the pilaf won’t get cold.
I'll get there in one piece, with a bouquet of roses.
Not without brotherly help,
With whom I grew up and grew up, and souls of respect, and this guy’s couplet.

We are melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere,
With each step we gain hold, through the thorns of machines.
We know, we know, we know, we know we can’t hesitate,

Caspian Cargo:
Youth is barefoot, crowds of us, many of us,
A flock of cranes.
And now we’re lonely, leafing through the photos,
We don’t know who is where and we are melting away.
And here they barely fit into the frame, and there was not an ounce of sadness on their faces.
We didn’t even say goodbye, Padre, maybe you’ll at least let us go.
And now, if I meet my old friends,
Do you know what will happen?
We won’t have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard package of routine questions.
- How's your work? As children?
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.
And childhood united us, childhood is like a blanket.
We were overwhelmed, but childhood alone was not enough for us.
And now the days are flying by, and we don’t have time, like the whole world behind China.
We forget, we forget, we melt.

iZReal:
We are melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere,
With each step we gain hold, through the thorns of machines.
We know, we know, we know, we know we can’t hesitate,
Whatever you say, in the end it’s every man for himself.

We are melting, melting, melting, melting and running somewhere,
With each step we gain hold, through the thorns of machines.
We know, we know, we know, we know we can’t hesitate,
Whatever you say, in the end it’s every man for himself.

Caspian Cargo:
We melt and run away somewhere like that.
It’s like they put us in places in chess,
And I know that we will be forgotten as soon as we are finished.
We are tired of building a foundation under ourselves.
We feed ourselves with thoughts of a happy life,
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones - busy!
Not knowing what it was like in childhood, guy.
Why, tell me, am I running away from home without a mobile phone,
I found friends without worrying, eh?
Let the lips say not so much,
But for friends my heart pounds like a Mustang engine.
I will remember, I will leave a lot of it in place.

iZReal:
My brothers are melting, like sand suddenly disappearing through your fingers.
Who goes where, here and there, on business, one or two and... we don’t know each other.
My brothers are melting, and I would be glad if this attempt to grow somewhere.
To go towards something, for the sake of family goals, and even in excess.
But there are none of these, only the wind from woven nets.
Tell me, how is it possible that you’ll soon be thirty, and you’re a fucking fool?
You noticed?
Or time, probably quite banally, was the reason here.
I myself am lost here, in pursuit of happiness, I wouldn’t fall on the edge, I’m weaving a web.
There's so much going on here, come on, grab it and run.
How to have time, and not sit, stupidly flipping through the days.
So, I guess everyone has.
According to his interests, then he will scatter them according to his own,
Well then we’re in touch, I think we have a number.
If so, go ahead and dial me.

Look, it’s scattered like -
Where is fate, where in some places are we ourselves,
They deliberately drowned in everyday life;
We see each other less often, only from time to time.

Every day on the run - childbirth, then farewell
Unexpectedly close, but I can’t do that;
And it melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.

[…] traffic jams, work, things to do. It's crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed voice:
- Call me, Lyokha!
- Call me, spring, no see for so long.
Let's have a heart-to-heart talk.
Before they had time to look back, my brother became a father and
The boy is growing up.

Let there be ice under your feet;
I'm driving around it on summer tires.
But while she's waiting for me at home,
When I get there, even the pilaf won’t get cold.

I'll get there in one piece, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, respect from the heart,
And this couplet, this one is boyish.

[Caspian Cargo]:
Youth is barefoot. Crowds of us, many of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, alone, we are leafing through the photos; We don’t know who, where, and we are melting away.
And here, they barely fit into the frame, and there was not an ounce of sadness on their faces.
We didn’t even say goodbye, Padre, maybe you’ll at least let us go?

And now, if I meet my old friends, then you know what will happen?
We won’t have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard package of routine questions: “How is work? As children?"
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

And childhood united us; childhood is like a blanket.
We were overwhelmed, but childhood alone was not enough for us.
And now, the days fly by - and we don’t have time, like the whole world behind China.
We forget, we forget, we melt.

We are melting, time is running away somewhere,
It was as if they had put us in places on a chess board;
And I know that we will be forgotten as soon as we are finished.
Tired of building a foundation under ourselves.
We feed ourselves with thoughts of a happy life,
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones:
Busy!

[Let’s face it], what was it like as a child, guy?
Why, tell me, when I run away from home, without a mobile phone -
I found friends without worrying, eh?
Let the lips say not so much,
But for friends my heart pounds like a Mustang engine.
I will remember a lot of things and leave them in place.

My brothers are melting, like sand suddenly disappearing through your fingers
Who goes where, here and there, on business, once or twice - and we don’t know each other.
My brothers are melting, and I would be glad if this attempt were to grow somewhere;
To go towards something - for the sake of goals, family... Yes, even in excess!

[But these are not here], only the wind from woven nets.
Answer me: how is it that you’ll soon be thirty, and you’re fucked, you fool! You noticed?
Or time, probably quite banal, was the reason here.
I myself, here lost, in pursuit of happiness, would not fall on the edge, weaving a web.

There's so much around here. Come on, grab it, run.
How to have time, and not sit, stupidly flipping through the days.
So, in the same way, for everyone. According to his interests, then he will scatter them according to his own,
Well then we're in touch. There seems to be a number.
And if anything, go ahead and dial me.

Chorus:

Whatever you say, in the end it’s every man for himself.

Translation of lyrics We're melting performer Caspian Cargo ft. iZReaL:

You see scattered like -
Where destiny where sometimes we ourselves,
Deliberately drowned in the home;
We see each other less often, but from time to time.

Every day on the run - labor, the wires
Surprisingly close, but I can’t do that;
And it melts in the mouth, the taste of childhood.

[…] Cork, work, business. Crowded, but lonely.
The answering machine after the missing voice of the native:
- Score me, Lech!
— Score me a spring, so long not seen.
Potreschim heart to heart.
I do not have time to look around, brother and father became
Kid growing up.

let the ice underfoot;
I’m on it in turns to summer tires.
But while I was waiting for her at home,
I get even pilaf to cool.

I get a whole, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without the help of a mass.
With whom I grew up and grew heartily respektos,
And kupletik, this one - patsansky.

:
Youth barefoot. Crowds of us, a lot of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, alone we leaf through the pictures; who, where - we don’t know, and Ty.
And then, barely able to fit in the frame, and on the faces - a single gram of sadness.
We have not even said good-bye, the Padres, though you could let go of us?

And now, if you meet your old Kent, it will know Che?
We especially have nothing to rub, we have different people.
We will hear a standard package of rescue of questions: “How to Work As the children?”
And their harvested Service Reply, Reply.

A childhood united us; childhood, like a blanket.
We used to be covered with a head, but a childhood us little.
And now, as the days fly - and we have no time, the whole world of China.
Forget, hammering, Ty.

Ty, somewhere escapes time,
As if on a chess rastavit us to places;
And I know we will be forgotten as soon as we finish playing.
Tired building under a foundation.
Oh happy thoughts of life itself nourished,
Often calls from relatives simply reply:
Busy!

As it was in my childhood, man?
Why, tell me, I’m running away from home, without a mobile phone —
Friends, I found not steaming, eh?
Let not so much the mouth speaks,
But friends batters heart as the Mustang engine.
I remember a lot, and leave it on the ground.

My brothers melt away like sand through his fingers suddenly disappear
Who where, here and there, on business, one, two - and each other do not know.
My brothers are melting, and I would be pleased, and, if this attempt somewhere to grow;
For something to go — for the purposes of family … Yes, even more abundantly!

Only the wind out netting.
Tell me: how is it that soon tridtsak, and you in the f * ne, fool! Did you notice?
Either time is probably pretty obvious, here was the cause.
I myself, here — Lost in the pursuit of happiness, on the edge would not fall, weave a web.

There are so many things around. Come on, grab, run.
How to catch, not to sit, leafing through a dull day.
Thus, in the move at all. By interests, then on his are scattered,
Well, then we will be in touch. Numbered, like, there.
And if che, come on - I pick up the.

Chorus:

How not cool, at the end - every man for himself.

Ty, Ty, Ty, Ty, and somewhere to run.
With each step, the progress we collect, the faster cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not tarry.
How not cool, at the end — every man for himself

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Look, it’s scattered like -
Where is fate, where in some places are we ourselves,
They deliberately drowned in everyday life;
We see each other less often, only from time to time.

Every day on the run - childbirth, then farewell
Unexpectedly close, but I can’t do that;
And it melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.

[...] traffic jams, work, things to do. It's crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed voice:
- Call me, Lyokha!
- Call me, spring, no see for so long.
Let's have a heart-to-heart talk.
Before they had time to look back, my brother became a father and
The boy is growing up.

Let there be ice under your feet;
I'm driving around it on summer tires.
But while she's waiting for me at home,
When I get there, even the pilaf won’t get cold.

I'll get there entirely, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, respect from the heart,
And this couplet, this one is boyish.

And now, if I meet my old friends, then you know what will happen?
We won’t have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard package of routine questions: “How is work? How are the children?”
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

Chorus:

Whatever you say, in the end it’s every man for himself.

We melt, melt, melt, melt and run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars become.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we can’t hesitate.
Whatever you say, in the end - every man for himself You see scattered like -
Where destiny where sometimes we ourselves,
Deliberately drowned in the home;
We see each other less often, but from time to time.

Every day on the run - labor, the wires
Surprisingly close, but I can’t do that;
And it melts in the mouth, the taste of childhood.

[...] Cork, work, business. Crowded, but lonely.
The answering machine after the missing voice of the native:
- Score me, Lech!
- Score me a spring, so long not seen.
Potreschim heart to heart.
I do not have time to look around, brother and father became
Kid growing up.

let the ice underfoot;
I"m on it in turns to summer tires.
But while I was waiting for her at home,
I get even pilaf to cool.

I get a whole, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without the help of a mass.
With whom I grew up and grew heartily respektos,
And kupletik, this one - patsansky.

:
Youth barefoot. Crowds of us, a lot of us - a flock of cranes.
And now, alone we leaf through the pictures; who, where - we do not know, and Ty.
And then, barely able to fit in the frame, and on the faces - a single gram of sadness.
We have not even said good-bye, the Padres, though you could let go of us?

And now, if you meet your old Kent, it will know Che?
We especially have nothing to rub, we have different people.
We will hear a standard package of rescue of questions: "How to Work As the children?"
And their harvested Service Reply, Reply.

As it was in my childhood, man?
Why, tell me, I"m running away from home, without a mobile phone -
Friends, I found not steaming, eh?
Let not so much the mouth speaks,
But friends batters heart as the Mustang engine.
I remember a lot, and leave it on the ground.

My brothers melt away like sand through his fingers suddenly disappear
Who where, here and there, on business, one, two - and each other do not know.
My brothers are melting, and I would be pleased, and, if this attempt somewhere to grow;
For something to go - for the purposes of family ... Yes, even more abundantly!

Only the wind out netting.
Tell me: how is it that soon tridtsak, and you in the f * ne, fool! Did you notice?
Either time is probably pretty obvious, here was the cause.
I myself, here - Lost in the pursuit of happiness, on the edge would not fall, weave a web.

Chorus:

How not cool, at the end - every man for himself.

Ty, Ty, Ty, Ty, and somewhere to run.
With each step, the progress we collect, the faster cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we must not tarry.
How not cool, at the end - every man for himself

Look how scattered it is.
Where is fate, where in some places are we ourselves.
They deliberately drowned in everyday life.
We see each other less often, only from time to time.

Every day on the run - childbirth, then farewell.
Unexpectedly close, but I can’t do that.
And it melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.

[...] traffic jams, work, things to do. It's crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed voice of the native.
- Call me, Lyokha!
- Call me, spring, no see for so long.
Let's have a heart-to-heart talk.
Before they had time to look back, my brother became a father.
The boy is growing up.

Let there be ice under your feet;
I'm driving around it on summer tires.
But while she's waiting for me at home,
When I get there, even the pilaf won’t get cold.

I'll get there entirely, with a bouquet of roses -
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, respect from the heart,
And this couplet, this one is boyish.

Chorus:

And now, if I meet my old friends, then you know what will happen?
We won’t have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard package of routine questions: “How is work? How are the children?”
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

Chorus:
We melt, melt, melt, melt and run somewhere.
With each step we gain speed, the faster the cars become.
We know, we know, we know, we know - we can’t hesitate.
Whatever you say, in the end it’s every man for himself.

[Let’s face it], what was it like as a child, guy?
Why, tell me, am I running away from home without a mobile phone?
I found friends without worrying, eh?
Let the lips say not so much,
But for friends my heart pounds like a Mustang engine.
I will remember a lot of things and leave them in place.

My brothers are melting, like sand suddenly disappearing through your fingers.
Who goes where, here and there, on business, once or twice - and we don’t know each other.
My brothers are melting, and I would be glad if this attempt were to grow somewhere.
To go towards something - for the sake of goals, family... Yes, even in excess!

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Look how scattered it is.
Where is fate, where in some places we ourselves, on purpose.
We were drowning in everyday life, we see each other less often.
Only from time to time.

Every day on the run, childbirth, then farewell.
Unexpectedly close, but I can’t do that.
And it melts in your mouth, this childhood taste.
Fuck oniki traffic jams, work, things to do.
It's crowded, but so lonely.
In the answering machine after the missed voice of the native.
- Call me, Lyokha!
- Call me, spring, no see for so long.
Let's have a heart-to-heart talk.
Before they had time to look back, my brother became a father.
The boy is growing up.

Let there be ice under your feet.
I'm driving around it on summer tires.
But while she’s waiting for me at home, when I get there, even the pilaf won’t get cold.
I'll get there in one piece, with a bouquet of roses.
Not without brotherly help.
With whom I grew up and grew up, and souls of respect, and this guy’s couplet.

Chorus (2x):
We melt, melt, melt, melt and run somewhere.
With each step we gain hold, the faster the cars.
We know, we know, we know, we know we can’t hesitate.
Whatever you say, in the end it’s every man for himself.

Youth is barefoot, there are crowds of us, many of us.
A flock of cranes.
And now we are alone, leafing through the photos.
We don’t know who is where and we are melting away.
And here they barely fit into the frame, and there was not an ounce of sadness on their faces.
We didn’t even say goodbye, Padre, maybe you’ll at least let us go.

And now, if I meet my old friends.
Do you know what will happen?
We won’t have much to rub about, we are already different people.
We will hear a standard package of routine questions.
- How's your work? As children?
And we will answer with our prepared package of answers.

And childhood united us, childhood is like a blanket.
We were overwhelmed, but childhood alone was not enough for us.
And now the days fly by and we don’t have time, like the whole world behind China.
We forget, we forget, we melt.

Chorus (2x)

We melt and run away somewhere like that.
It was like a chess game where they placed us in our places.
And I know that we will be forgotten as soon as we are finished.
We are tired of building a foundation under ourselves.
We feed ourselves with thoughts of a happy life.
Often we simply answer calls from loved ones - Busy!

Not knowing what it was like in childhood, boy?
Why, tell me, am I running away from home without a mobile phone?
I found friends without worrying, eh?
Let the mouth not say so much.
But for friends my heart pounds like a Mustang engine.
I will remember, I will leave a lot of it in place.

My brothers are melting, like sand suddenly disappearing through your fingers.
Who goes where, here and there, on business, once or twice and... we don’t know each other.
My brothers are melting and I would be glad if this attempt to grow somewhere.
To go towards something, for the sake of the family, but it’s still torture.

But there are none of these, only the wind from woven nets.
Tell me, how is it possible that you’ll soon be thirty, and you’re a fucking fool?
You noticed?
Or time, probably quite banally, was the reason here.
I myself am lost here, in pursuit of happiness, I wouldn’t fall on the edge, I’m weaving a web.

There's so much going on here, come on, grab it and run.
How to have time, and not sit, stupidly flip through the days.
So, in the same way, for everyone.
According to interests, then he will scatter according to his own, well then we’ll be in touch.
There seems to be a number.
And if so, go ahead and dial me.