Текст песни Агнидель - Весна живущим в сети

- I love you much!
- And I love you more!
- It is not true .
- The Truth!
- Well, maybe ...

-Listen : & Quot; ... they lived in a silent world, silent adjustment, in the forgotten dimension - He and She left there in their now world met odnavzhdy standing on adjacent ledges , furiously breathing void. Then they did not know which is better - instantly , quickly , down to the cold , lonely pain , or back - another polvechnosti , to heat, and the only mutual - Love, the same crazy , as they ... & quot;

He : Spring . She is always in us. Always . At any time of the year . Outside the window, snow, rain , sleet , and in the soul of Spring . We have our own Spring . Eternal Spring in the single chamber of the heart ...
- Spring is coming ? How strange ... Summer will be gone. But it will be Spring . After all, spring is ..?

... and he allowed to shut the window , seeing the same question in her glazah.No it was the first and last time. They did not see or hear each other ...

- Good-bye ! I'm leaving ...
- Do you really want ?
- I want to get out of here - so I want to .
- Well, good-bye . Goodbye ...

I know you want to know what's up ,
I know you remember when you sleep ,
When things are forgotten ,
When you die and are silent .

When the connection is dropped ,
When only the night and void,
And the memory , which has no place ,
As in the pack because she likes tobacco.

She also wants to know what's up ,
She also remembers only a dream .
And, as is the frozen river,
Just missed the spring.

When the connection is dropped ,
When only the night and void,
And the memory , which has no place
How to pack one pack of tobacco.

He : Night. Hello. Whole. Love . Very Much. Look out the window - there is no Spring! There - Autumn. Autumn everywhere except us. That's not the Sun , it is impossible. Understand the spring, must end . Wake up, the sun ! Wake up ! You do not need it the most ! You give pleasure to your tears ? I was not pleased to see them. Dry your eyes , and try to go into the Autumn. I 'm also ...

Autumn. She came . Care and taking away everything that was in that house : birds and flowers, His and Her . She recalled that where there is the taste and smell , which can be born and die only once , where there are flowers, which can rip and birds that can fly where there is a wind that does it , and you can hear the sound of the heart , there - better. That - is more important. Those - the real thing.

I remember the smell of frosty words
I remember the platform and Silences ,
For some reason, dreams coming true
Insane winter Spring.

And the birds, suddenly breaking away from roofs,
And the first floor , and then the subway.
I remember how you sleep quietly ,
And stay behind the glass.

And eternity , which is not a term
And fidelity, which have no equal ,
And for ever thrown rink,
And on the face - a smile the next ...

He : I go out into the street. Go . Wind permeates . The wet hair stick to his chin , enveloping the eye. But most eyes veiled with tears. I was torn apart . Pain. I can not pry yourself from the most important part of their existence. All shakes out of it. I can not. Step slows. Unfolds, start running . Faster. Home. Want to go home . I want to go there . There, as always ... I always come back . Give me back my spring ..!

Spring . Sky burst into the open shutters. Was empty and light . Far below, the birds were singing and the flowers bloomed . She took the last piece of paper , written in black , meaningless & quot; never & quot ;, disappeared. She knew that somewhere , sometime he will wait for the return of the birds , who remember the way home. And one day , rushed through the open window nastesh will see a silent , light & quot; never & quot ;. And never, ever go away ...

- And I love you very much !
- And I love you more!
- It is not true !
- The Truth.
- Well, maybe ...