Текст песни Леля - Мысленный кайф

VERSE 1:
Invented by you, the act is not conscious,
you're leaving home
when clean granules of earth are knocked down
and you are like an innocent lady
you pass by people
with your eyes downcast, you think that nothing else is needed
handbag in hand, black lipstick in pocket
people have no conscience or truth
when you look into their eyes
thoughts collide and wounds play
you are blinded by the torn image
sun in your face
and the taste is sickly sweet
who bets a hundred
who sits eating soft bread
“hello” to you, but smiling silently
you walk around the corner with a friend and bump into each other
hug, shake hands
you will go down as if on fragile ice
come to her house
you will tell her a sad story in response
think about it, watch the movie
and in the evening he will send home a not so dull one
along the long and narrow path
you're walking through a muddy city,
like a fragment falling to the bottom of the sea
wondering how boring you can be
in a fit of sweet and sound sleep

CHORUS:
He is your sky, you are his sun
he is your time, you are his air
you can't break up - it's too late
resolving some issues through quarrels

clash, meaning of arguments
mistrust, drawing many conclusions
who gave whom so many reasons
wake up and repeat the dream again
look at the ceiling
you will feel the blood flowing through your veins
it’s night outside, and outside the window the rain is dripping like tears on the asphalt
remember how time changes pictures after learning the truth
turn on the music and say to yourself again right away
"People lie like knives in the heart"
there's a lot of bustle around
you feel how your soul hurts
there's something ringing in my head
look at the cat, how cute he is sleeping
hearing a whistle from the street
close your eyes and repeat something
now I don't trust anyone at all
you repeat every word
in your thoughts it’s like you’re sparkling with joy
but you don’t even know what you want

Chorus:

no one's home, it's like a game
it's very dark all around
this is conscience without facts
the city at night is crazy
like burning residential buildings over a bridge
(you're like the wind without direction
you won't notice how time melts
you're lost in a crowd of strangers
He who flies to heaven must not go down)

CHORUS:
He is your sky, you are his sun
he is your time, you are his air
you can't break up - it's too late
resolving some issues through quarrels

(one moment and you are gone
no need for a return ticket
and the dawn won't wake you up tomorrow
and there won’t be an hour for one chance)