Текст песни Дмитрий Макляков - Судьбы параллельные

It just so happens, the close is lost,
Like a drowning petal in a bouquet
Fiercely squeezes with weak hands
A piece of paper torn from a notebook
Skinny fingers on a paper body
The thread was strictly under the ruler
Only parallel lines came out
But they wanted to connect their fingers
Connect them, connect them,
Connect them, tie them tightly
By one bond, childish efforts who tempted you?
The lines remain unconnected
How not torn from the last strength, from the last strength,
and they fly in armfuls to bonfires hungover,
so it turns out, and who is to blame?
Our lives are strictly parallel lines
Don't try to put them together, baby
Our lives are strictly parallel lines
Don't try to put them together, kiddo.

I don't want anything, but we need to make up
With no feign pain of lonely souls
An inkwell cried on the shoulder of a drawing paper
And black streaks left the carcasses
The horizons, the roads to them are long
As long as you are stranded in bitter grief
These parallel fucking lines
Maybe somewhere they will meet at the end of the Earth,
at the edge of the earth, at the edge of the earth
until the frost and in the arms of frost
a thin twig substitutes the trunk
Ruchenko's life is crumpled into a broken line
and a checkered leaf falls under the table,
rolling under the table
but the ice will thaw, drop by drop,
warmed by the sun, forgetting about everything,
boats will float through the puddles in a cage
on the sides with kinks of the line of fate
boats will float through the puddles in a cage
on the sides with kinks in the line of fate.