Текст песни Алиса Апрелева - The Title

I love you

And it’s strange maybe I’m dreaming about someone else
At the same time, maybe when you
When I
Maybe when dawn, sugar free candy
in the language
When August divines past the lines near the lips
When nowhere to hide your hands
It's starting to rain
 and maybe somewhere already a thunderstorm
Midnight, fall, I want to die, looking into your eyes
To be too beautiful and never dream of anyone else

On even numbers and Thursdays I feel with extreme clarity
the line of alienation of mankind from a miracle
On the odd and at the beginning of the week, I involuntarily begin to hate the bosses
Relatively inconsistent in need of tenderness.

Cut yourself out of gauze days
Hiding in silence look at the snow
You are mute, we continue our escape through the stone sky of December.
Believe in nudity, as in give us this day
Not a word about love, rain under the skin
Take me silently as if you hear good news
Like a knife in the back
ad astrum
We play cities, breaths turn to fog
yin and yang crucified under the tongue
Their blood is water and now I am water
I drown you like March fields
can't see hate tenderness for others
Leave the white land accepts all
and I am now land
Go crazy like the rails
Go to you or to red
Or ford
And rave tall
and graze on the pasture hair hot mouth
The silence ring closes
On the left shoulder the moon floats your white face
and goes out

I learned to remember only the good
therefore I forget the saucer that you have broken
and dazzling white heart with a blue border
Outside the window the third day snow

This city with silence is a cast
This city goes blind without you
These streets are sick in summer
This square is a kiss of the wind
In Bindings of Pavements - Churches
This city fades without you
This city stalls without you
From the fact that there is no you and no god
In the labyrinths of blue roofs
at the head of your sky
This city fades without you
Blood sunset on your lips
In your arms fell asleep evening
This city is eternal without you

And I will be evening
I will forever look you in the back
And never in the eyes
The red gold of the look is getting cold
The word turquoise gets colder under the tongue
Who are you dreaming about
Snow, snow, snow
With tenderness I intertwine hatred
pupil glasses widen
Blue, blue, blue rise
Not mad
The sickle is silvering for a month
Is sharpened
Thinner thinner thinner
Drowning, drowning, drowning
Hush, hush, hush
Silk whispers in my arms
Scary tickled
In the back of the head, the night is shining with stars
lizard between the shoulder blades
Rustling
Hazel, hassle, hassle
The dead doesn't care

The sound of the wheels of a fast train
Uneven like your breath
keeps me awake
And I lay in the dark for a long time
Feeling your dreams flow through the trembling haze of my eyelashes
And it seems dawn will never come
But here you are telling me that I overslept a wonderful landscape
And I tell you about the stars
And how she wrote poetry all night again
And then I forgot everything except the first line
The sound of the wheels of a fast train
God be with you, my joy, you know
That morning is eternity, you know

snow yes snow
exhale, inhale
it's me
this is god
it's heaven on the way
snow yes snow
quiet yes quiet

the ambulance will arrive tomorrow after eight
In the meantime, the ringing of a silver spoon on porcelain
and the garden where the paths branch