Lyrics Клим Стронский - когда тебя рядом не будет
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Я потерялся в твоём пространстве,
я испугался твоих рассказов,
Я испугался её и многое понял.
Поздно - Это выговор или спасение?
утро воскресенья нитками глаза откроет,
я стою в центре поля, в котором нет тебя,
нет дорог и бежать некуда.
Ты за километры от меня прогуляешься в
парке с каким нибудь пидором и влюбишься больше
Мне не достать тебя за километрами боли
осенним холодом, ногами мокрыми не найти её
в этом городе.
Я искрамсал доверие на тысячи частей,
испачкал счастье и мы потеряны.
Город наполнился чувствами, грустью, безмуством,
и каждый шаг даёт сигналы в голову, лезвием
прорезало образ в воображении, о том, что
ты тут была, со мной, всегда, руку держала.
Я задыхался и был спокоен. А теперь что?
Что дальше? Общаться со стенами днём,
вечером - небо.
Уставиться в окно пустое,
Комната грустит, без тебя. И я потерян.
Комнату не наполнит атмосфера.
И сердце не наполнят взрывы любви.
Только плавные медленные острые
чувства тоски.
Я ненавижу любой дом, любое место,
потому что кажется что ты там есть,
и мы там были раньше. держались за руки до утра.
И были счастливы.
Мою душу терзает вина.
За то что слаб перед тобой и не поддержать тебя
в разговорах, за то что, не могу полностью отдать
всего себя, чтобы ты наконец, стала счастлива,
за все пороки перед тобой, за всю причинённую боль,
за то что я не тот, о ком ты мечтала.
I'm lost in your space,
I was scared of your stories,
I was frightened of her and understood a lot.
Late - Is it a reprimand or salvation?
the morning of Sunday will open the threads of the eye,
I'm standing in the middle of the field, in which there is no you,
there are no roads and nowhere to run.
You are a kilometer away from me stroll in
park with some kind of fagot and fall in love more
I can not get you for miles of pain
autumn cold, wet feet can not find her
in this city.
I scrambled the trust in thousands of pieces,
Dirty happiness and we are lost.
The city was filled with feelings, sadness,
and each step gives signals to the head, the blade
cut through the image in the imagination, that
you've been here, with me, always holding your hand.
I gasped and was calm. And now what?
What's next? Communicate with the walls in the afternoon,
in the evening - the sky.
To be fixed in the window is empty,
The room is sad, without you. And I'm lost.
The room does not fill the atmosphere.
And the heart does not fill the explosions of love.
Only smooth slow sharp
feelings of anguish.
I hate any house, any place,
because it seems that you are there,
and we were there before. held hands until morning.
And they were happy.
My soul is tormented by guilt.
For being weak before you and not supporting you
in conversations, for the fact that I can not give up completely
all of yourself, so that you finally become happy,
For all the vices in front of you, for all the pain you have caused,
because I'm not the one you dreamed of.
I was scared of your stories,
I was frightened of her and understood a lot.
Late - Is it a reprimand or salvation?
the morning of Sunday will open the threads of the eye,
I'm standing in the middle of the field, in which there is no you,
there are no roads and nowhere to run.
You are a kilometer away from me stroll in
park with some kind of fagot and fall in love more
I can not get you for miles of pain
autumn cold, wet feet can not find her
in this city.
I scrambled the trust in thousands of pieces,
Dirty happiness and we are lost.
The city was filled with feelings, sadness,
and each step gives signals to the head, the blade
cut through the image in the imagination, that
you've been here, with me, always holding your hand.
I gasped and was calm. And now what?
What's next? Communicate with the walls in the afternoon,
in the evening - the sky.
To be fixed in the window is empty,
The room is sad, without you. And I'm lost.
The room does not fill the atmosphere.
And the heart does not fill the explosions of love.
Only smooth slow sharp
feelings of anguish.
I hate any house, any place,
because it seems that you are there,
and we were there before. held hands until morning.
And they were happy.
My soul is tormented by guilt.
For being weak before you and not supporting you
in conversations, for the fact that I can not give up completely
all of yourself, so that you finally become happy,
For all the vices in front of you, for all the pain you have caused,
because I'm not the one you dreamed of.