(Silence in the room, did not notice how he became alone
Seeing himself in the mirror did not suspect that Kretin
In abundance, caresses and hugs dreamed of another
No one can defeat love, it turned out any)
The dust is scattered along the streets, sincere feelings
Love, hope and faith, performed lynching
Touched the souls of many, without touching the tender bodies
How much pain brought!? I never wanted to find out
I remember soft lips, taste of sweet vanilla
Her beautiful eyes and eyes will be difficult to forget (it will be difficult)
Everything was not bad, but I need to let you go
Without restraining, after hysteria asks to leave (leave)
Flame cooled, pieces of glass have grown into the walls
Faces were looking from the walls, it turned out everything in vain
The circuit circled the moon, the phone was signal
Taxi from the city, do not blame yourself, I decided everything by itself
No line, don't wait for a call
Stop love, in the heart silence
I overtook frozen as if blew at the temple
Among the warm evenings disappointment
Streets! A layer of dust along the roads sadness
Dilapidated porches, roofs of the province Print
The endless ones shallow, then, the banks of the river on K
Sad Vyaznikovets looks at the bend of her channel
Leaves gathered at the side of the road, the buildings of the block
Smiles are broken, preoccupied faces (Bueya)
Time is rushing a chariot to me
Life has measured, attempts to become cooler than false
The wind rose from the streets, it promised no worse (believe me!)
The wind brought a couple of drops to the eyes (what's next, huh?)
A couple of drops were stuck on the lips, someone called (it seemed)
I was not late at the station, I was not at a loss in the crowd
Poverty of the soul, again promised that I would come
The tickets ended back, the stranger became more familiar
Therefore, all the injuries that I received earlier (ah)
Type of itching abrasion, only deep in the head
All this memory is in me, bitterness of resentment is poisoned
I do not fall off, the letters will not be sent back
Real self, hell and poison I write it at six in the morning
I tried to sleep, my eyes are called back in my dreams
Silence in the room, did not notice how he became alone (did not notice)
Seeing himself in the mirror did not suspect that Kretin
In abundance, caresses and hugs dreamed of another
No one can defeat love, it turned out any
The past cannot be returned, stop trying to try (that's enough)
Maybe only I have it, ask your father
I remember street and house, phone number
At least once, since then, it helped (at least once)
They played with paints of feelings, later torn the canvas
We are often not the same for someone, it's time to understand for a long time
Do not lock your heart in the darkness of stuffy rooms for one
You can’t restore it, they will not appreciate it and will not remember
