Текст песни kommunikaция - поезд

For me, there are no music more in the world.
For me mockery
To be empty absolutely, and then collect words into the text.
As if I hurt again.
For me, you are synonymous with the words "love",
braided, like a dandelion flower,
in childhood hair.

I found you.
But in order not to hope for no longer hope.
I turn to the wall. We love so much.
But while we are looking for someone, we are looking for melancholy.
It's not anywhere from her.
We were branded in someone's heart
And we will no longer meet here.
We are real.
I no longer find yourself and not to warm up.

This train goes - nowhere and the ENIFID.
Midnight cities will drown in darkness.
Sad people run from mirrors - not looking around and away.
And no one betrayed anyone.
Why the height of the floors,
If we had the sky?

Nobody selected. Just prayer will not come true.
Everything is very strange. But everything will be so.
This train goes the ENIV. Nothing away.
On someone else's planet, Dogorev, a star will fall
And other stars will pay.
They know - no longer be.
I will not forget that you can't become closer.
I will not forget you.
Escalator. Seconds. Lips.
And eternity in our eyes.
It seems to me, that boy died,
What could come back back.
You needle that is longer than my veins,
But you need to plunge.
This train goes the ENIV. Nothing away.

Spiral.
Houses of houses will seem stars.
I'm flying in emptiness.
I am a comet in cold cosmos.
I have no home, if not yours.
For me there is no happiness, where not with you.
I will probably hurt me.
Sorry what is not lying about it.
But I swear that it is ready to extend these breaths one
On the winter Murmansk air.
I am a drawing and glad that you cannot escape from the canvas, do not leave.
It would be too simple.

This train goes nowhere and the ENIV
Hurrying people drags rustling bags,
in which year.
And I do not care anywhere. That's true.
I was not late for the first time.
But all the highways are closed.
The depot is trains.
And the only necessary leads the ENIV.
Nothing away.

Such a beautiful fairy tale about two children,
What do they promise to find each other
And try not to forget.
I now finally know who you are
And I know where.
And I know that empty.
We write poems as they write in the book of fate.

I stand on the platform as if in our any film.
Only I have already chosen and I have already lost.
An unborn child will accept his share.
You still have somewhere.
And if it were not empty so much
I would be very happy.

The combination of words leads where the words do not convey.
The subscriber's phone is turned off or busy.
Unequalness - hunger, and I learned every moment
Arriving with emptiness, all that poured tears.

There is happiness and somewhere inside still lives warmth.
In the sweet Estimate we are cats, we consider mutchy and again.
But, happiness - the flow of electrons by wires.
And if I do not share it with anyone.
And no one to convey.
So I will be alone.
In his short, always.
After all, you already know about the train.
One on two films. Two cities.
Two real, which was diverted in their traces.

I know how beauty looks like.
This is not a red sky over MSK.
It is known that you will not look for another.
But whether the lighthouse is guilty that the slave ship
Broken lies on the rocks.
After all, while we are looking for someone
We are looking for longing.
I do not know how to keep like this.
I do not know how to let go.
All my life is just a lagging skype
And the desert in which the flow of sand takes into the sunset.
We will pay for each frame.

Sunny butterflies with our palms fly
And, probably, fall.
How to explain to you, there are already snowfall here
And it seems to me, the year or two from the moment
I again knew how to wait for miracles and wait for happiness.
But nothing to make anything.
From the sky broke the star and flies in parallel next.
Nothing away and the heavenly.

No matter how much options
Only where we are still together - happy outcome.
But now I feel like cold.
True - bud, which will give you