Текст песни Trofim - Баллада из жизни

So the moment has come, you hear my voice
Turn on the recording, pronounce an incomprehensible exclamation
Rather, a simple mockery, perhaps something else
And no matter how it was even - my icy heart.
Sometimes it is vulnerable. Do not think that the snot
I am open. Do not go to live, get on a rake.
Forgot me? As your back, the woodpeckers laughed at your back ..
It’s time to let the credits there.
Always and all gave advice on what and where to do
But still has not learned to live by his own
I would like to fix a lot, yes, well, it’s easier to forget
Having scored at everything to watch smoke melting
Wipe your sneakers to your holes, get around the whole world
In dreams to warm your legs on the beach, but soon you have to wear
Camouflage boots.
It may not be suitable, but hardly.
There is no exit screaming splin. There is always a way out, the signature of Trofim.

For example, I remember how I discovered the world of compassion
Unnecessary confessions, mental wandering
It seemed that there is no more sense in life in life
Then he could not change anything, all the more to save
The world was different, looked at things differently
Sitting in the room prayed to himself to the Lord God
To find a native, so that to the coffin
Wrong -minded on the finger, so that in the bad weather it was nearby ...
It seems to come true. In it I saw the desired
He called her a gentle, beloved.
They met the sunrise together, escorted the sunset
The stars whispered lullaby, was madly glad.
But the new one knew, I ran from the old
Leaving a painful cut in her heart
Held out a little, asked to start all over again
And soon I also got an incision
And not plaxing shit, but I beat against the wall with a fist
A lump stood in my throat, could not even breathe
I went crazy, there was a remorse
Why did he send at first, then said forgive
The more often I called you, the more I hated it
Excess feelings as I have never seen then
But I understood - this is the destiny, I was at the limit
The rest of the winter was in a coma, woke up sober in April
Boomerang. Try to throw and live
Standing by the window tried to justify the Lord
The wind outside the window began to spoil the weather
I realized - they gave me a chance, I was mistaken again.
I remember they told me that you are with another loved one
My friends called me the obsessed.
I would not want to face a similar feeling
To tear out arrows out of the heart, this is madness
I walked the streets, looking at the phone number
The murdered organism in a whapping red hood
Played ringtone, incoming, familiar numbers
Functions - delete, it makes no sense to save.
Erased from life everything that was stored between us
I decorated the world with multi -colored sheets
I stepped on the white standing evenly, I look straight
Remembering with a smile our affection with the game False
Time cures. All that was for the better.
And it makes no sense to try again to revive something
We have changed, not at all that was before
At the meeting, only a desire to send each other to hell.
Our images in the past, we move on
Without each other, alas, but we are on different ways
Well, for now, for disappointment it makes no sense
The candle 11 and 26 has long went out.
I thought I was playing with love, but love played with me
Turning me into a sentimental loser, here is a hero ...
If you want the future, leave the past behind.
The motto in life, it is, it is either.
On emotions. The coincidences are random.
If you find out something, then I beg you, do not believe.
So everyone can come up with and fulfill
Do you know the truth? Well ... loss of loss ...