Текст песни kommunikaция - нас больше нет

I will give you white roses.
They will wither in a crystal vase.
I'll give you black space
full of stars, and I will be in touch.
You tell your friends about
that I was a jerk and an asshole.
Yes, I really am, but you know how
pain, I joked my every new joke.

With every call, every new pen
spitting into your tender soul, careless.
Each new puff on the city from the balcony -
I sewed myself with the thought that I had fucked eternity.
And what to pay for your warmth
I probably don't have nothing, but nothing.
I just didn't deserve your eyes and a smile ...
hair, arms and shoulders.
And there was no one to warn us
from the meeting and these mistakes,
when I decided that I want to be with you
and that just being friends isn't enough for me.
That I can give you this planet
warmed by the sunlight
and what is enough for happiness
just look at you and probably
we will have children.

But everyone really answers
for those whom he has tamed.
You can swear at me and hate me
just please, don't be silent.
Each of us is obliged to learn -
forget what could be different.
Please laugh with someone
but don't stay alone and don't cry anymore.

...

More colors, more hope.
More fucking chances.
Learns to breathe. Don't look for these feelings
in those who lie with us.
More sadness. More poetry.
There is no more sense in the day lived.
I'll never laugh drunk again
because we are no more.

We are no more.

...

The stars are bullet holes
someone fired a clip across the skies.
It hurts both of us so much, because not having learned the role -
I am again tormented by the question "how to tell?"
How to explain that among all the fuss,
I realized a long time ago: you are not more important.
There is no subscriber whose number I would -
did not give out under torture, but I remember in a dream.
There is no one else who loves me so much
and there is no one to respond as strongly.
No more reason to swell
Well, perhaps the fact that I grew up in Russia.
Well, except the fact that covered with frost
tree branches clung to the wind
and I whispered your name in tears,
just like that - knowing that no one will answer.

There is no more reason for our smiles
there is no one to watch these films about feelings with.
There are no questions: where am I now, why am I again sad and silent.
There are no joint plans
no kisses and no hugs when meeting.
No faith that time will heal
and in general that at least something heals all this.

There is no tenderness and longing
no declarations of love, no tantrums and screams.
No shopping with seasonal discounts
there is no one else to catch on bad trips.
There is no choice and no distance
there is no one with whom to see off the day and meet the dawn.
The subscriber is unavailable and the soul is crying.
Now it's just me and you.
And we are no more.

We are no more.