Текст песни ЮВК - п

Everything is somehow vague with you and me, but I’m yours and you mine are painfully familiar ... there are text messages until the morning or complete silence when it is said what wasn’t worth talking about ... it all started with Sovremennik, we are 17 years old, childish naivety and we pull our senses like ropes, the world is rolling somewhere, and we part again, I start an SMS with the usual "sun" ... on sleepless nights I will write you a song, I will write and break because of imperfection ... asphalt kilometers separate us, making the moments of meetings pricelessly crazy, the sun rises, and in a cup of unfinished coffee, I remember meeting ill you and immediately thought, that’s it, that very feeling and the only way — from a contemporary straight to your home — that is remembered for years, and with kisses erased the tears and thoughts of the sick and something distant, the boundaries of the sought-after abstract happiness ... we found something real with you ...