Текст песни BahTee - Я помню...

I remember our meeting, I remember your look. I thought that I met an angel that I was in paradise, there is no step back, and now, zai, another branch grows in me. Today quarrels, yes ... but tomorrow there will be sun and never goodbye I will not tell you, sun. I'm not a poet, but for you I became it. All my feelings read through my mouth. Nothing burned my heart like our separation, minor chords for me were flour. And those loving couples, I endured these blows and to the sound of the guitar, I extinguished fires in my soul. Just friends and nothing else, let your lipstick now leave a trace of your lipstick, and I'm glad that you can be happy with another, and I had a bitter look and I want to be alone. Late evening and I take up the pen and leaf, pour out my feelings in the stream of lines, write about how I feel pain without you. We parted from this it becomes painful. I want to forget, to forget from memory, but memories make themselves felt, the heart will shrink in fist. I'm wrapped in darkness, what was wrong with us?
Autumn outside the window, but in the shower winter. Without you I'm cold in the evenings, that it will happen to me now, probably all the same. I know. The flowers wilted, I gave them then, their relationship, fate. You told me to stay friends, late to look for the guilty, change everything Places. Sheets, thousands of lines. I'm still not ready to place the dots in them, no matter how I try to forget all this, but any thread leads to these thoughts. These postcards, gifts, love songs are all behind me and how can I live? And the one in the park shop is still standing, no more strength, I want to leave. I will stretch out my hand, it will be in your hand and it will be so nice for us to walk lightly along the embankment with you, listen to the cries of the seagulls. These birds will add illustrations to our love pages. You can not stand the desired one standing in front of me, drowning the tender sea surf with a whisper, the wave covered a large rock with these waves, uttering everything aloud without unnecessary interjections. I will listen and listen, understand your words, just say them, do not be silent, understand, do not be silent. Rasshesutsya in the dust along the horizon lines, you will hear in response "love" from the heart of Kona. Under the color of the sunset we part without saying goodbye, one day will meet promising. From me as a gift, the footage of the old film, in a reminder that feelings are past. Why should I not love you? Tell me why should I be with you? I just answer your question, I do not understand life without hearing your voice. I need you now, the whole world is just for us, I can not take my eyes off of you. Well, if there is, what I could do, give me a chance. Time is slowly moving, only against us. In the depths of my soul, I am always with you and remembering that evening in that cold winter, I was just blind, you forgot me long ago, if my poems remained in my memory, my darling, that beautiful sunset, that era thrown when I become snow, not Waiting for the summer, the music stopped somewhere, we were married dawn ...
Again a new number in my phone book, a beautiful baby, then meeting and passion surplus, those kisses sweet with the taste of a ripe cherry, then stop! everything is enough, too, our relations will probably be superfluous ... less than two weeks we are sick of each other, feelings have appeared, as quickly flew away, although I know the heart beats harder in your body. Do you remember how recently we were together? With you, we are loaded with feelings, as in the weapon of the clip, now I'm only part of your spiritual pain for you. Your fight, but not the hero of your story, please forgive, draw your own picture of happiness with watercolor or oil, and I'll look for the one, with whom I will be happy, just like I will be happy.
The last autumn is with you, we are no more. Strange, because you have been there for so many years, now you are one and I alone, and the snow has replaced the rain and my world has emptied. As it will be, it does not matter to me anymore, but you will find me among the sheets of paper. .. sorry, now I'm not waking up with you, now others are warming me with their warmth. There will be no more lines and emails, there will not be anything that speaks about a past life. Only memory, just a memory of you, just the love that lives in me, you just miss, like I'm at the window. Four in the morning and I'm sleep deprived, you're not mine anymore, not mine, I remember that