Текст песни Новая история...и снова дождь. - Жизнь-сложная игра.

The author is Inna Alifonova. from the collection "Dreams of a Melancholy"
rain ... I put my finger against the glass. It’s sad .. alone .. the wind slowly takes away the pages of our incomprehensible story ... you, the main character, who changed my usual life in a short time, the one before whom I showed my weakness, changed the events of my life for the sake of meeting you ... and I because I don’t even know anything about you ... but for some reason I really wanted to take care of you ... spend more time with you ... chatting all night long .. walk, drink tea and look at you with emotion, you are so unusual for me ... nice, sweet, interesting ... because of my dreams I didn’t notice the main thing ..- you are cold to me, I don’t He was looking for. you represented me different .... but I thought that we had a relationship, that everything was serious ... but it was still obvious ... and I was blinded ... you delve into me, you find out something ... there is no trust. ..of course, I'm so frivolous, windy and sometimes I behave like a child .. I flirt a lot ... I know ... this is my fault ... I can’t grow up in any way .. I can’t ... and ... I really need a man! I just need it, although I resist and try not to let anyone into my life .. but sometimes it happens .. and then I suffer ... I told you I don’t want to change anything! I said that I feel good alone! I said that I’m happy! You remember these words ...! I came up with it all! I thought that it’s good for me alone! I believed in it and lived calmly in my busy life, in which there was not a single free minute to think about men .. and here .... You! And I realized that I want to let you into my life ...! I saw in you a man-strong, charming, interesting ... I was drawn to you ... and I gave up ... and you ... you disappeared ....! Rain ... This is my heart shedding tears ... the wind turned my head ... and my thoughts got confused ... and something incomprehensible is happening ... weakness is a lack of heart, heart is a massacre for my beloved, strength is it in your beloved: in your beloved things, corners, walls, windows, eyes .... I lift my finger from the glass .. and the connection is lost .... Loneliness ... I clearly feel that with every moment I’m getting smaller, and now only half of me is left. In search of the second, I lay down on the sofa and snuggled into the heat of Fortune ... "Does he know? ..." I thought ... "what is he losing? ... he thinks of me? .." "Does he understand he that .... she warms, she does not grumble, she loves at any time of the day, at any ailment of the night .... "....... but you don’t need one .... it's all too simple and accessible ... and ... yes ... she is not like everyone else ... and something is missing in her .... but I still did not understand what was wrong with me ... or with you that it’s not so ... Life ... a difficult game ... and I can’t get through the “relationship” level ... I need a hacker who breaks my life and sets new rules ... will change the monotonous script and will make it a lot of bright unforgettable emotions ... and they can become you ... if you believe in menya..vdohnovish ... and I'll be happy again.
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I’m just a writer, artist, poet ... a creative non-standard person ... I make up stories with real people and believe in a fictional beautiful plot .. but these are just stories ... they don’t warm ... in the end people turn they wash away the colors of my works in ourselves ... and the world around me becomes gray and dull .. I pour in the rain ... then I take my brushes again, paint the world, come up with new stories ... and why am I like that ... why am I not I live like everyone else ...