Текст песни Nebo7 - Перчатки

it's so sad.
not with you in the evening to drink tea.
winter without 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 without looking at the heavens.

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

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

summer evening. I untangle the web of wires.
from the headphones.
instead of the web about it.
embrace you. such necessary.

I'll 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 as last cigarette.
Photos are buried, seemed to have no pictures.

but in my head every moment consists in whole photo.
now we dobrosovetnymi citizens: only where it is necessary to consider to go to work.
every day work- house. and work again.
& Quot; I'll always be around & quot; then said, but it seems confused words.

plucked from your lips kissing.
to know at what price.
waving his wand and shouting & quot; Accio, people & quot;
but attracted no one.

chain reaction. longing takes more nerve.
couple sitting there, I think & quot; I would like this & quot ;.
but I know that they have the same will happen:
that in ten years will be asked: & quot; because you remember? & 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. And do not even have to wash.
rather, remembered when I was fifteen.
or may be twenty. what a fool I was then.
kill yourself, kill, the needle would be, and she would have to clubs.

but now it's OK. I live alone. got himself a cat.
view from the window of the same, and it abroad where there.
all this sadness now seems so naive.
you're in my memory is the same girl: in the header of the dark, glowing under the halo.

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

all go and see.
your mental deformity.
you do not have half of the soul.
and I have a lump in my throat got.

No, you.
it was not so.
we close the curtains alone.
and the two from one transition to a nearby park.

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

but it turned out .. not grown together.
just a part of me torn.
not resentment, not hate, and anger.
simply the price is not the same as for all goods.

if you do not burn out - unfortunately, you will leave a stigma.
a familiar movie, because together watched a movie.
in the form of common songs and letters that wrote to each other.
but the photos .. Photos are stored are not necessarily ..

it's so sad.
I was late for the evening session.
which come together boys and girls.
but I come back with gloves.