Текст песни Булавская Святослава - Неотправленное письмо

My dear, dear person. I wrote to you, and I am writing it about the twentieth time. Having brought to the ministry of my genius, I raise everything to ashes: I impart corruption to my mind and heart. Until oblivion. Waiting for that very inspiration and insight. For my purification. And your forgiveness ... I want to say. In our city from you to me about fifty minutes at the most. Either the metro, or the car, I am madly trying to forget. I asked God to blind me with the truth, so that the sun would burn out your name. It happened. But sincerity hung on my lips. So many unthinkable things have happened, so I want to tell you. Don't lie, and stop being belligerent. I changed two or three hairstyles in a year. I lived in another country. My cat underwent an operation. By the way, it almost died. Like me. I was corrected by you. And after you, I was re-created. By me, the whole world was conscious in every cell. Without any mischief, I was held captive by an angel, and by an executioner. I was almost blind. And then somehow strangely ... Completely without a doctor, dragging you behind me, without the smell of incense, I became myself. You know, dear, I hated you twice, once in the summer, and when I was left alone. So crazy divorced. With you and with all my light. And since then, I choked on the saliva of others. I even almost got married. Such a stupid act was. Yes ... I was in love, just like you. And growth, July, and not for salads. I thought fate. But where there ... I, it turns out, is weak in this. All the struggle, but the struggle. I am not without sin. Yes ... It hurts me very much that your lion's heart once beat on a chipped bottom. In unlearned lessons, in a werewolf mirage. Like a tribute to the warlock, I let go. For everything in advance forgiven. I prayed. And by the way, I learned to drink milk. It was really not easy. But how much I loved you. That with a hammer I beat off my every nerve receptor on "if only you lived." Let one, but for one hundred or two hundred I was happy: monthly, and every hand I caught my luck. And maybe that's why I'm crying now. (I won't even hide a trifle) I want you to love someone too ... My friends became the culmination of my overtones. By the way, they are so real. Just like I once dreamed. Without any sting. Yes, and I have risen noticeably. Now I have hobbies, hobbies, different intersections with space: in creativity, in a girl's flat In the serpentine of values, I am almost a princess without stress. Probably now you would not recognize me. And you would not call me a kid. I grew up seven or ten years. My biography is sold in circulation. From now on, I know, my main sound is "OM" I brightened my head. Honestly, I would shoot you! There were moments, I just wanted to put you under the rails of my train. So that you would die as well. Concurrently. Without tears and without wounds, without drama, without any kind of hysterics. And silently. Passing a diploma and spinning novels, making plans. Putting the seas in glasses to understand that everything is in vain. And especially, to continue to love you. And to live in a trap like nirvana. Without any intermission it is sultry to live these "us". In this damn apartment, like in mud. No, you don't think we had a lot of dirty dishes. And so few early families without children that they could become themselves and the two of us brighter. Probably, we could not become an exception. Although I really believed. Now I am like a club-footed lioness battered by life. And I no longer At least I agree to perfect happiness. I think just like you. You can't stand fuss, emptiness, permafrost anymore. Of course, you can't smear feelings on a spatula, and you can't even out the inclinations of the walls with it. Without any betrayal, I'm still the same St. Petersburg half-Jewess, singing like canary .. A strange little family came out with you. I thought it was Vedically ideal. And she remained faithful to the Vedas. The truth was to drink more wine. But even this has its own depth. It's spring now. I would even drink whiskey with you, smile ... And how two zodiac pussies would go to their sausages .. But I no longer have keys to you, however, like any news from you. You know, I'm in these matters I don’t want to break your fingers. It’s foolish to let a deadly aluminum bird into the sky, when you don’t get lightning. I whisper in a gentle voice that everything is fine. It’s quite optimal. Even with a slight absurdity, it’s banal. Only, as it all happened with us with I'm sorry for you. And I didn't even have time to say "I'm sorry."