Текст песни Славик Суслин - Останься до завтра

Verse 1:

Slush through the corridors of abandoned buildings
Dampness in the hearts of people, a pain in my consciousness
Life is quiet and so ridiculously
Molds from someone's fate burnt without a trace

I will be honest, everything is different otherwise
You see on the street, the weather is crying again
Puddle-tears her with white foam
Blood and love that used to run through the veins

Dust settles between the lines of yesterday's
Will remain in the pictures together with gouache
To live there of course the feelings freely
Are you tired of suffering? Is enough for you?

okay. I'll leave it all on a little later
While autumn with leaves rain
Knocks on the soul on asphalt with patches
It is not a pity inside him

Chorus:

Listen stay until tomorrow
You see it is dark,
And it's raining outside
Everything washes away completely
What's happening to me
It's not all the same
And miserable thoughts
Blown away by the wind
Stay until tomorrow
Do not go away
We then can not find
That they lost
And maybe more
There will be no way
There will be only hopes
There will be sadness

Verse 2:

Will there be sadness? Of course there will be that to ask
And so everything is already clear
Only those pictures that he wrote and poetry too
I remember now as it is already indistinctly

You run into the rain slamming the door
All I have to believe at the moment
That I did not go crazy, but you confirm this fact
And you run faster

In a fist, breaking a pen, and burning all the photos
I look after you, I can not understand something
Toli, this rain washed away all our feelings,
Maybe I'm guilty, in my head with a kind of porridge

Carcass cigarette butt standing on the balcony
And I listen to some beeps in my phone
You probably already at home, probably crying
That I'm such a fool and I can not do otherwise.

Verse 3:

Please forgive me, I write to you
In the message a bookmark with a new song
You do not answer for long and I'm sad
Then you write everything super and fall asleep with her

Fortunately, again I can not find the limit
When there is one for whom all this is
When there is that person who inspires
Who does what, he certainly knows

Tomorrow will be the day, promise the sun
But they are lying, I look again at the window
Outside the window you already puddle along the puddles
And yesterday it was raining, you probably know

That all this is false, jealousy and resentment
That there are gray days, just like those movies
Where there is winter then immediately summer
Where there is no September, for the thoughts of a person