Текст песни Парадоксъ Ю.Га - Не напишу что ты мне приятна

I won’t write that you are pleasant to me
I won’t write that I miss much
I won’t write what I want back
On the day where I walked next to

She spoke some vulgarities ..
Hinted, but I was just lost.
I, poor, to my sixteen
For a year younger you were shy.

Stopped talking to you.
Meet both, probably afraid
(I continue to resist.
You know that I fell in love).

And on the basis of memories
Motivated by feelings that were strongholds
During the years of growth, during test hours
I admit - we may have cooled down.

We have to be not us already
A separate pronouns.
It's proper time
Designate all relationships.

I'm nobody to you. Were familiar
And now we are completely nobody
For each other. Your languor
I don’t call the “sought.”

I won’t write that I miss you very much,
Or I want a daughter and a son.
You are beautiful without messages.
I remember. Here it is: Ksenia: "Fuck off a"

Am I about your kisses
Poking ears of God with prayers.
Let me say "I love you"
But you were also chatty.

I am ashamed. True, Ksyusha. I'm sorry
I won’t write honestly anymore,
In the depths of the night, early in the day
Not a single love letter.

I will not send you greetings
Shabby thoughts shod
Shelves of rhymes in "Happy End" are dressed up.
May they be killed in me.

Otherwise, you have to
According to the law "leave me alone kid"
Discharge, in all who sneak
In your heart, silence the gun.

I will watch them.
They sing hymns to you.
I know all these tractor drivers
Each of their thirty-three beech trees.

Damn, wake me up in the middle of the night
"Confess! Who is in love with?"
And I yell in the middle of the night
Like the last of the female names.

And then I don’t sleep under the covers
Because screaming "gases".
And so the flash from heaven is gone
Better to die, but with an open eye.

For if I haven’t slept for a day,
And at lunch I ate salt and pepper,
I will look closed forever
Then me is my native

Seated on top of a chair.
For the priest, all who have been called
Love Xenia and fell asleep.
Stools in the clouds played.

I won’t send troops to you
Their lines-militants.
Since it is not necessary to write, it is not necessary.
I retreat in the end.

I don't want to powder your thoughts
Dirty brushes in the shadows of love.
Since the girl was able to "love" to evict
That and the guys would have been able to.

I just have not tried it yet
Turn your back on you.
I am you, like a dream
The path lay in front of you.

I don’t remember your body odor
Your hands touch.
I remember how pleasantly brave you are
On a gloomy day, it slowed down moments.

You and I fell under the rain
Hand in hand. You're a little ahead
To the windows of the Renaissance stood
Whose lips touched me
And whose kisses were you then?
These couple minutes got stuck
Inside me stop crane sorrow
You were wearing a shirt with pants
But we stood as spouses
Neglected ages
And, therefore, at times.
Pleasant memories
Settled all these dates
Left until the fall
We broke up with you in August
I got so tired without you
Check, maybe I corrected
Or even changed
The ancient yogi go reborn
Until you and I saw each other
Ksyusha, could you be offended?
You know, it looks like I'm exhausted.
See you? Oh yes - we will not see each other.
Yes - so everything has been exhausted.
Ready. I have been preparing for a long time.
I even met others.
As you can see, all of this failed.
And even when pecking
You appeared in contrast
I managed you
Take refuge from all beauties
Enough is enough. Where does the line end there? ..
"Hand in hand." All, Ksyusha, I'm sorry.

I won't break in anymore
Out of your messaging window.
Words to fight
For your location.

I get it. We are cold.
We are fucking volcanoes.
Well, Xenia, they were like that.
Only right in front of your mom

I read - and they are blue
And do not know how to write a lie -
"You are so young & # 33