Текст песни Софи - Казалось, навечно

There will be no more talk of warm,
Neither night nor midnight
In the otgremevshem "hello" no meaning of the huge
I'm in love, vicious.
No one's ever so desperate.

There will be no secrets, secrets, smiles,
Neither embraces, looks, gestures,
Neither are my problems, mistakes,
Day 22 translates into a collection of texts,
Not presented with bouquets, in the cries of internal protests,
Now dislike is not worthy of applause.

There will be no eternity, no expectation of meeting,
No voice, no hands, no words "together" and "we"
Only "I" and only "you", I .. and you

There will not be a mad heart beating,
No eternal radiance, but not pure reason.
Everything that has been eternal is defeated, and from the fourth dreams come true,
My transparent is rugged, excised, scorched,
It is obscured and completely immobilized.

There will be no plans for the summer, no sunsets, no dawns
No roofs, no confessions, no answer questions
I'm sick of you posthumously
There will be only lines written by me - not a poet
Only reality and "you"
I will not end up on this
/ and in headphones April 4 - For height /
My sea is boundless "above that line"
In it you

But there will not be "about us", "for you" and "with you"
The one who lives in these lines involuntarily - not my
The most stupid question is who is worthy of whom
In this game, I'm no longer a warrior?
And survive / not survive - anyway
If only you reassured

And outside the window, March will blossom
After - April / her favorite month /
And I do not know what you will dream about,
You seem to be missing

And already she sees your long eyelashes,
Has the opportunity to touch
Are these songs about you singing birds?
Or about the chapters from the previous pages?

So comes the spring, drowns in the puddles scattered in the wind words
Knife cuts "you and me" / this is already in the past, yes /
And I'm still drawn to you
So merciless, violent, dishonest and impossible
/ loving someone who does not look at you at all? /

Do not tell tales of "friends"
Nothing happens
Do not give empty hopes
I'm not in his arms anymore, you know?

Forget, cross out, burn.
I do not give a damn,
Just so it is necessary, goodbye
Overnight, break everything down completely
After - remember the days "before",
And days "after" count.

We'll meet somewhere near March / April
Dream.
So empty and cold in the evenings
The first feeling is not art at all
So, between us
Only experience and necessity
Rupture and pain of the clot
It seemed forever
It seemed that we are indivisible
It seemed.

I break myself against the walls, fly off with notes,
I'm born in verse
Veins, scenes, changes
And yet there is no substitute for you, but nothing:
No dreams, no tears, no words.

Kroshus lines or fragments
Be happy, space boy
Maybe you are a fantasy?
After all, you are so far and sharp
After all, no more diversity,
No conversations warm,
Neither night nor midnight
And this will be the last,
Because all my poems are monotonous