Текст песни Булат - Причина 2

Find yourself in a crowd of madmen
Or meet you
And live every beat of the pulse
Your hands to live loving.

And then lose everything all at once -
Day, night, sleep - in a row,
To lose even what was not,
And what should be.

Meet the new year in a T-shirt,
What gave in that very new year
On postcards to glue marks,
Sign and do not send, as you did.

Tulle saturate, curtains ironed.
What is it? Surely myself?
Cope after all and I think at the very time
Argue with you, argue with us.

But no argument
Even talking about the dispute -
No talk
But every day I think more and more
What soon
Close to the shores of our sea.

Let them talk about time
And about its medicinal properties,
Grind, forget everything, they say,
But the years have passed, and I have not forgotten anything.

Still two sets on the table -
Breakfast for two.
And in the flowers on the eighth of March the whole house,
And cost a long time - do not wither, only

Something I can not sleep this night
I listen to the noise of the city, the sound of the wind.
I got up, checked the mail,
I smoked, I measured the apartment by meter.

Still two sets on the table,
Still tulip in vases,
Only we are not there,
We are near, but not there ...