Текст песни kommunikaция - назад

I rip back , turns into a spark of fire.
I am now just so good . I'm tired and I'm glad tushat.Eto hardly my game . This is hardly the format and genre leave - only to return . If the fall - that most luchshim.Moyu soul easy to read, all fit in sheets , but at its peak, pumped through your views amounts of text I get back to my childhood , where you just believe that you can become a real, live , happy ... And love - not objective and not sredstvo.Ya look into the eyes of those guys that laugh and drink klubam.Moya sadness for them and not for nothing does not blame himself in etom.Moe heart sings love endlessly repeating coub'a . Podfonarny snow - in the clouds . Completes its circle planeta.Ya unrolling ago. I'm changing that run on shagi.V fog nizgi not visible, but get used to it pozdnee.Esli can help someone - then please pomogi.Eto what is most important , is that then unwinds sogreet.Ya ago. I sit at the entrance to " Broadway ." Together with the girl food in the bus , before we drink tea maker.This March turned cold, but it became much warmer because we are together again , as if left pechal.Ya fresh look at blood'e Lodoss'a , respect and nadezhdachto I can also catch one winged success. Internship in " your " Comptroller all thirteen hours. A between - so miss her in this tender, not watching , not teh.Vmeste Vlad and Victor and I Burkov ugorayu on " airmaksami " write fit Christmas , like - get even kruto.Posle I leave the "search" talking the seriousness with Maksom.Chto something is written and read. As if I did not vru.Posle sleepless nights - running on dry eyes slezy.Slava God had time to buy there " Okee " Maritime kotika.Obnimayu her whole . I am extremely happy that I realized serezno.Potomu so clearly - without it no longer smogu.My three days did not call each other , I thought - one died as budto.Vrode word "we", like everything was just konchitsya.Zasypayu fatigue and alarm clocks do not wake again , because living got sick after this last point . I arrive with " SLOV'a " , okay ... it appended " steklobeton ." At five in the morning taxi to the "Park Inn", and then remove tarelki.Eto also not again Maxim - poetry, then I say , that he recorded his album . Above the rails, measurements ... " Euroset " , TT- 23 , Michael , by the way for 88.Mne hinder breathing sale and receipt of payments from babushek.Za glass autumn dies after snow puddles prosed.Vozvraschene on "Forum" forward , but - it will become irrelevant. Vlad zatsenivat please each other if we do not znaem.On now one of the few who fraternally close and important . "The Black Cat " first and proudly raise the "Red Moral'a " banner. Commissar invalidated my congenital - Breaking syurprizom.Ya month probably on " sabuvufer " - do not go b ehat.Esli I refused then , a month later to check whether life zavyazal.To us whether this seriousness - as smeh.No those guys in the "nine" - Swinging on the world scale. I knock on the wall of the lift arms to draw blood - not bolno.Bolno their feelings do not translate into the physical equivalent. We are with you was bad , remember? But I also love the call , this anger and hopelessness , where the output is true net.Ya running to buy the tickets at the station , under the " spring" Loc- Dog'a , and then drag your bags , so that reduces the arms and sheyu.Ya physically feel that there are very few before the happiness of a thud , pass on my dushe.Ya go down the escalator to the platform - smile bratik.Zapah limes on Novoizmaylovsky . Vodka . Summer. From the balcony of the club vid.Posle walk with Anyone there are so many items to collect them ... not be able , and not worth it if something in his chest bolit.Tam spring arrhythmia. Snow . Salon. Bottle zero pyat.Ya nakurivayus with Muslim and Zhenya - somewhere under oblaka.V head millions of thoughts per second. They do not understand because it goes back home , and on foreign cotton nogah.Ya go to these apartments, you gather with golosa.Ya you write " I and they " because it's hard . I do not know who you are, I do not know who I am sam.Otklyuchilsya lived in me , the most desired avtopilot.Ponimayu that I'd better - then died in her arms , I would need all the g