Текст песни Nebo7 - Перчатки

it `s so sad.
not with you in the evening to drink tea.
winter, without holding your hand.
go to the gloves.

and if you go - that well-defined purpose.
Gram happy couple in the back pocket. and was recently hundredweight.
to go on stage. and forget what you wrote.
write poetry, smoking near the entrance, but not looking at the heavens.

writing is not about how we are doing well or how bad.
and that without you there somehow ... lonely.
read a book, but not about love.
I bury your photos into a ditch.

not to remember. to just forget.
this is no mean feat. planet rotates - but I came out of their sockets.
Now resentment irrelevant.
but they are there - the bitter poison.

summer evening. I untangle the web of wires.
from the headphones.
instead of web occasions.
You hug. so desired.

I'll go tomorrow to the scene.
but I have nothing to say to these people.
all these sad songs I wrote for one purpose.
but now they are no more.

Abandoned abandoned people like merchant ships.
do not drown, but remain near the shore to rot.
body and soul, smoldering as last cigarette.
Photos are buried, it seemed to have pictures no.

but in my head every moment consists in the entire photo.
Now we dobrosovetnymi citizens: just go to work where it is necessary to think.
every day work- house. and again work.
& quot; I will always be next to & quot; then he said, but the words seem confused.

I plucked from your lips kissing.
to know at what cost.
I scream and wave my wand & quot; Accio, people & quot;
but attracted no one.

a chain reaction. longing takes more nerve.
a couple sitting there, thinking & quot; this way I would & quot ;.
but I know that they will happen is the same:
that in ten years will be asked: & quot; because you remember? & quot;

but the answer is the question
by which immediately becomes clear.
that these feelings in the adults.
Souls do not bloodstains.

they can be washed. And do not even have to wash.
rather, I remembered when I was fifteen.
or may be twenty. What if I was stupid.
I kill yourself, kill, the needle would be, and she would have to clubs.

but now it's OK. I live alone. He got himself a cat.
the same kind of out the window, and she was abroad somewhere there.
all this sadness now seems so naive.
you're in my memory is the same girl: in the header of the dark, illuminated by a halo.

with a joyful smile, with her two pet cats.
that we might even get a .. I never would have thought.
but it turned out. srostalos. and when torn from you ..
something that was almost your - you're not worthy of attention.

all go and see.
your mental deformity.
you do not have half of the soul.
and I got in his throat.

No, you are.
it was not so.
we closed the curtains alone.
and the two passed from one to a nearby park.

We conducted a lot of time together.
We even play fighting games on the console
and we were confident in the future.
kitchen yes kostryuli wrappers.

.. but it turned out not grown together.
Part of me just torn.
not resentment, not hatred, not anger.
just the price was not like all the goods.

if you do not burn out - alas, you will leave a stigma.
a familiar movie, watched a movie together after all.
a common songs, and letters written to each other.
.. but the photo does not necessarily store the photos ..

it `s so sad.
I was late for the evening session.
which receives the boys and girls together.
but I have to come with gloves.