Текст песни Максим Винтер - Разговор оплачен заранее

Silhouettes of rain wipers have been postponed
Thoughts after her, accelerate the spiral
Attempts to reach, useless, like drum
In response to his calls, beeps in the handset

When this captivity is already down from the eyes
Water for the onslaught of tires, rustles under the wheels
Turn around the turn, no meter for meter
in glass covered drops, stewed wind

need eyes in the eyes, but somehow they did not fall
After a couple of weeks, the snow will give the sky
otherwise it is impossible, otherwise not an understanding
Taken-a-auet conversation for years paid

days like piras, burn time without a trace
and everything that remains quiet to lead a conversation
Sitting in the kitchen, to make a life
From the evening, turning through the snow
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This road will take more than one hundred miles
And on the way, alas, there is not one salty powder
One time will come, it will be not about what
Winter, having granted to visit, hugging tightly in the evening.
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and we are careless, like children in fairy tales believed
while the January wind is that the forces in the door beat
and this look cold then was not a question
Looking like the sparks of the blizzard in the sky takes.

Why is so empty, why so sichen?
For conversations in the future, they will pay the past.
and those words of remember, no them too here
As in that frosty evening, when the leater leaves.

Iron's nerves will not be protected ...
The last of the punctures will be counted
then all four sides are you
His rotten feelings, do not look for me there.

Let the phrases do not caress - wounded as slap
Leave everything as it is now - something else!
put the point the choice will not be out of lungs
The last conversation will push the oxygen of their lungs.