Текст песни maxklimov - Привычка

Autumn with space clothes raised,
The wind beloved Daril leaves,
Slightly unworn with them hung -
Threw on the ground and evaporated
With wet asphalt soil met
Often, but soon everything was forgotten,
Pits and cracks - a consequence of passion,
Heart tired in search of happiness ...
The bad habit is hoping to eat,
Believe in yourself, burning twenty times
Think that exactly this time will be:
Learn, love and will not forget ....
Terrible...

Large drifts Winter Notela
A minus forty no little
In the face hit not only by frost,
Veriate on the notebook, to reason prose.
The slave of emptiness is not difficult -
You need to betray a long time and tedious.
Neither fish no meat deviated limit
Stuck in the space at the body level ...
Left feelings, emotions, tears,
White roses became gray-dry steel
The soul discouraged near the final ...
Hopefully feeding, become heartless
Terrible...

She says, dies last,
The soul is eradicated there is no better salvation.
She decomposes on the basis of faith
All that accumulate for career
And throws out in a deadly pit,
Compare the rest so smoothly and straight
That bursts of spiritual happiness seek
To zero. And most importantly - do not get lost in time:
Pray for salvation top forces
Resistant to stay, to drive her forks,
Select one remains - torturing
Or with fate it is meaningless to fight ...
Terrible...