Текст песни Вера Полозкова - Они все равно уйдут

They still go , even if you collapsed on the floor and you'll cry , grabbing their coat for floors . Sit on his haunches , pat on the head , and then still leave. And again you will remain alone and build their toy Babylon lay railroads and dig canals - you know perfectly well that everything could always and without them, and that is what seems to be and destroys you.
They will leave and never know that every time they put up, you go talk to them - to persuade , argue, joke , painful to look up words . That every time they disappear into the subway blikuya glass door at parting , you carry with them in their pockets warm hands - and quickly running away to convey , not to lose . And do not talk to anyone , to extend the taste of a kiss on the lips - if you deign to kiss. If not awarded - would carry in her hair even smell. Sound of the voice . Snowflake fallen asleep on the eyelashes . More and do not need anything .

They still leave.

And you'll dream to put himself in the head count - to count how many times a day do you remember about them, are horrified by the thought that certainly not less than a thousand . And stop crying - and on behalf of you will still flinch . For a long time the first reflex impulse when reading / watching something worthwhile, will be : "We have to show her. "

They leave.

And if you do not want to leave yourself - you get away from them . In order not to prolong the feeling of fear. Not to save the memories of which will cease to sleep when they leave. After all, the worst - it's good to remember : it passed and will never return.

And what you wanted . You knew everything in advance.
So do not wait . Not to make a habit .

They're still gone, and the only thing that will remind the women in your life will remain a favorite shirt , long, mid-thigh - you can walk around the house without the shorts , in some noskah.I thanks for that.

Yes , yes, it is possible not to repeat myself in the mirror , all replicas memorize a couple of years ago - no one is better , calmer , quieter , more clearly think, work , sleep and write . Without them, the session shall ease perfectly , quickly read good books and cost money is spent - not for anyone making plans to tear nerves and tweeze eyebrows.

And then - they still go .
You can not even them for it angry.

You do all of them gone , still kiss on the cheek when meeting and very happy about if you knew them bystanders - and naturally so : Hello , sunshine, like you. And the hell with them at least a hundredth of knows how much this cost you ease .

But you tell them the truth pleased . For they are gone - but you somehow remained , and they were you.

And so much seems to be a complex mechanism of life - that's my study , there is so much scary fun , the day will not tell , that's my job - its all the more I grow , cultivate , and I know what a month ago learned from scratch, participate in these projects and large , write all the juicy and honed ; are my friends, and all of them are brilliant , honestly , that's ... It seems such a whopper , this super system - why does all this does not bring the slightest satisfaction? Why are disabled if the taste buds , and all freshwater , like whitish soup from "The Matrix "? Where hung up kontaktik that all this you really have connected ?

And when one of them appears - yes scram it all to hell , to whom it gave up when I ... when we ...
Honey , look, they're still gone.
And gone forever , and it longer than a week , a month or even a year , can you imagine ?
Buddha taught not get attached .
" Wali to the monastery , Babe " - sniggers your own god , minting cowboy steps in your soul . And you regret that you can not run it in sneakers , not cutting yourself chest .

Like you all the time frames show the stunning new movie with you in the lead role - but in the first ten minutes you kicked out of the hall , and you never know what might have ended .

Or get out of the hall itself . In recent years, movies have become painfully repeat