Текст песни Nebo 7 - Перчатки

this is so sad.
not with you in the evening to drink tea .
winter, holding your hand .
go to the gloves.

and if you go - that well-defined purpose.
Gram couple happiness in your back pocket . and was recently hundredweight .
to go on stage . and forget what you wrote .
write poetry , smoking near the entrance, but not looking at the skies .

writing is not about how we are doing well , or how bad .
and that without you here somehow ... lonely.
read a book , but not about love.
I bury your photos into a ditch .

not to remember. just to forget.
is no mean feat . planet rotates - but I came out of all orbits .
resentment now irrelevant.
but they are - this is bitter poison.

summer evening. I untangle the web of wires.
from the headphones.
instead of web occasions .
embrace you . much needed .

I will go tomorrow to the scene.
but I have nothing to say to these people .
all these sad songs I wrote for one purpose .
but now they are no more.

abandoned as people abandoned merchant ships .
do not drown , but remain near the shore to rot.
body and soul, smoldering like a last cigarette .
Photos are buried , seemed to have no pictures .

but in my head every moment consists in whole albums .
now we dobrosovetnymi citizens : only where to go to work it is necessary to ponder.
every day work- house . and re- work .
& quot; , I 'll always be around & quot; then told , but it seems like the word confused .

plucked from your lips kissing .
to know at what price .
wave my wand and shout & quot; sharehold People & quot;
but no one is attracted .

chain reaction . longing takes more nerves.
couple sitting there , I think & quot; here so I would & quot ;.
but I know that they will happen is the same :
that in ten years will be asked : & quot; do you remember after all ? & quot;

but the answer is the question
by which immediately becomes clear.
that these feelings to adults.
Souls do not bloodstains .

they can be washed . Yes, and do not even have to wash .
and exactly remembered when I was fifteen.
or may be twenty. what a fool I was back then .
kill himself , kill, the needle would , and she would have to clubs .

but now all is normal. I live alone . got himself a cat.
view of the same window , and she abroad somewhere there.
all this sadness now seems naive .
you're in my memory is the same girl : in the header of the dark , illuminated by a halo .

with a cheerful smile , with his two pet cats.
we might even get a .. never would have thought .
but it turned out . srostalos . and when torn from you ..
what was almost your - you're not worthy of attention .

all go and see .
your mental deformity.
you do not have half the soul.
and I stood up in her throat .

no you .
it was not so.
alone we closed the curtains.
and the two passed from one to a nearby park .

carried a lot of time together .
we even played fighting games on the console
and were confident in the future .
wrappers in the kitchen yes kostryuli .

but it turned out .. did not grow together .
part of me just torn .
No offense , not hatred , not anger .
just the price is not the same as on all products .

if you do not burn out - alas, you will leave a stigma .
in the form of familiar films , because watching a movie together .
in the form of common songs, and letters that are written to each other .
and here are the photos .. Photos do not necessarily store ..

this is so sad.
I was late for the evening session .
which come together boys and girls .
but I come back to the gloves.