Текст песни Сергей Шилин - Остервеневшая

For every truth of the word,
The empty head hurts,
On black fingers someone's shadow
A new day pierces the soul.
For transitions of paths,
For conversations of friends
Calling and crying silence -
There's no more of my ideas.
I love so much, I love people!
In them, somewhere, she hides.

I will punch myself inside,
I find myself on the road,
On the top shelf there is a bright light,
But all the same - you are not here.
The world shot a war in itself,
The world is quietly rolling to the bottom,
There in the depth again
I'll smoke one more.
And only here in pitch darkness
I find, I find ... Will it.

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The voice in the wires is lost,
I'm lost in concrete dreams.
In an empty apartment so long ago
Snezhit in a broken window.
Without moaning, screaming, pathetic tears
Under a lone rattle of wheels
We're somewhere lurking in the night.
I'll shut up, and you'll be quiet.
And every time everything is stronger
So loneliness knocks.

And we are with you, my destiny,
My betrayal and blood,
We loved so much until morning
Talk about love.
Empty streets, bridges,
In foreign houses, fires are burning,
In my yard, a frozen cat
Under the hood hides the hood
In the city in which I
I lost, I will not find ... Believe it.

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From hour to hour, year to year,
Not all are told the words,
On the snow in the sneakers rushes forward
Already a white head.
In the pockets of demons and poems,
And again on the strings of the fingers in the blood,
Their drunken strokes
I place it again and again.
But in the most righteous battle
I'll bury it, I'll keep it ... Freedom of mine.