Lyrics Леонид Агутин и Федор Добронравов - Тайна склеенных страниц

Unwritten scenario,
Until now.
The play that began to play.
Anonymous river.
Unsuccessful comparison,
It's like a little lie.
A disobedient vision,
Without which you live.
This snow does not melt yet,
And to the foot does not flow.
This bird does not take off
And does not fall still.
It's as if in truth,
Just like it does not count.

There is no happiness, no alarm,
No tears in his eyes.
Do not turn the road
Foreword back.
This is a sweet phenomenon
Weightless beauty.
Not a mad fall,
Do not despair of emptiness.
Inexhaustible intimacy,
An intimidating distance,
An unsettling joy,
Loveless grief.
Nothing is not a pity yet,
No one is sorry yet.

How silence is rich
And the conversation is indistinct.
This stone theater
looks out the windows into the yard.
On the sealed poster
Hardly visible silhouette,
If you hear something
In addition to simply & quot; yes & quot; and & quot; no & quot ;.
A weary weave,
Semi-glance half-tones,
This world is not frank
And, alas, for a long time is not new.
But one day he will rise
And he fell down prostrate silently.
That's when it will not be
Secrets of the glued pages.

It's not a scenario that surprises,
And one separate view.
These roles are not read,
They are played at random.
This little secret
Primordial beauty
There is no accident,
Though chance is you.
Everything is rocking on a branch
And they try to fall
These little kids,
These rhymes, how to attack,
These lines on a napkin
About serious passion.

A weary weave,
Semi-glance half-tones,
This world is not frank
And, alas, for a long time is not new.
But one day he will rise
And he fell down prostrate silently.
That's when it will not be
Secrets of the glued pages.