Текст песни kommunikaция - в каждой хорошей песне

Moved to another metropolis, I feel good about what you can’t say anymore,
that it hurt you somewhere and you feel something other than.
I have everything well, I am not alone, I have a draft, a dark goat, an essay, a garage.
It doesn’t matter that people leave because they don’t understand.

I am ashamed of all that I caused, ashamed of all that I did not have time.
It is a shame that this result is the only thing that has become possible.
Above the courtyard, a white snowball is circling in a hallowed orange light.
I hope that you will not freeze, that you will withstand everything and continue.

I would like to tell you many thanks / forgive me, I sometimes see you driving in a taxi.
From any little one, and you do not know what to do
with this life that began to push too hard.
I want you to be happy, not with me, no. But somewhere.

Lonely people in the salons of trolley buses, crowds in subway cars,
consisting of the same people alone - deceived, with pain huddled inside.
I can not help them. I'm a disaster myself.
But I chose here one for whom I was ready for everything. More precisely, one.

I failed. I did not make it in time. I did not take out. I screwed up. Sorry.
They run in the carousel horses, so funny, in a circle.
I'm too bad to be real, happy, and near,
but let me stay symbol
 - the fact that everyone is looking for each other.
 
I know you're not alone. I know we better not see each other.
What I tell you, what I can do, how to explain and correct.
I'm still the same guy with problems, a suicide survivor.
Who is waiting around the corner, with a cold knife in October.

I wanted to be good and so that no one suffered. Especially because of me.
But for each of these steps we will pay a dagger stab on the feet.
We are guilty that we want to be likely, or I do not have time to understand,
why turned shrill pain - my every act.

It can be seen to go to the end. To the limit, to death, out of spite.
No way not clinging, do not wait for gratitude ... and without strain.
And you remember: there was not enough for the senses, neither actions nor words to me.
You see the solar wind in the polar sky draws patterns ...
So, you're beautiful.

Now I constantly drive through that house, to say that I am sorry - to say nothing.
You go through an endless blizzard, on a planet whose name is Winter.
I am at war with the thoughts that appear on the machine and pull back.
I want to stop this fight, I want to send the pain to hell.

I broke down. And again, the machine gun will shoot any of me, and any of her,
all his love and good and at least something that will be sustainable
The new day, the new me, will shout again, wake up: rise!
But I see through the dream these windows that shine in the polar night.

You really love light and warmth. For me, becoming synonymous with words:
& quot; Love & quot ;, & quot; Light & quot; and & quot; Heat & quot ;.
Forever how many years we have not stolen.
You wander all alone, past the five-story building dug into the ice.
And you can hardly understand how much I do not want this for you.

I remember every moment in this you can sink and fall.
And you can leave only by loving, which, in fact, I did.
Thunderstorm over the Gulf of Finland and my soul became carrion.
There is nothing more stupid than what can be said, but I will say: forgive me, I did not want to.

Everyone wants to find a way. Everyone wants to find a home.
Everyone wants to love, be loved and wants to be happy.
Just know that I wish you only the best, cry and remember.
And that in every good song you need to say goodbye.