Lyrics Тёма Зимнуров - Надоело всё
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НАДОЕЛО ВСЁ
1
Знаю точно,что мне не обнять эти хрупкие плечи,
Но наивною мыслью я тешу,безжалостно,мозг.
Знаю,что никогда,в жизни этой,её я не встречу.
Я придумал себе,в тишине одинокой,любовь.
Надоело всё!
Водка не греет,друзья не спасают;
И дешёвая женская плоть в горле,костью,стоит.
Об одной в этой жизни,нелепо,мечтаю.
Словно в знойной пустыне влекут миражи
2
Как прекрасна она!
Знает это,лишь только желанье.
И фантазии снов,что приходят порой по ночам.
Избегаю её воссоздать в своей жизни реальной,
Чтобы вновь не встречать на дороге коварства обман.
Надоело всё!
Водка не греет,друзья не спасают;
И дешёвая женская плоть в горле,костью,стоит.
Об одной в этой жизни,нелепо,мечтаю.
Словно в знойной пустыне влекут миражи
3
Только разве с капризом души по-весне будешь спорить?
Когда тают снега и коты серенады поют за окном.
И бреду,отрешённо,по лужам,по тихим бульварам.
Где ж ты ходишь,моя нереальность,мечтания плоть?
Надоело всё!
Водка не греет,друзья не спасают;
И дешёвая женская плоть в горле,костью,стоит.
Об одной в этой жизни,нелепо,мечтаю.
Словно в знойной пустыне влекут миражи(14.03.03)
BORED ALL OF
1
I know for sure that I do not have to embrace these fragile shoulders,
But with naive thought I am tearing, mercilessly, the brain.
I know that never, in this life, I will not meet her.
I invented myself, in the silence of lonely, love.
Tired of everything!
Vodka does not heat, friends do not save;
And the cheap female flesh in the throat, bone, stands.
About one in this life, it's ridiculous, I dream.
As if in a hot desert attract mirages
2
How beautiful she is!
He knows this, only desire.
And fantasies of dreams that come sometimes at night.
I avoid it in real life,
To again not meet on the road of deceit.
Tired of everything!
Vodka does not heat, friends do not save;
And the cheap female flesh in the throat, bone, stands.
About one in this life, it's ridiculous, I dream.
As if in a hot desert attract mirages
3
Only with the whim of the soul in the spring you will argue?
When the snow melts and the serenade cats sing outside the window.
And delirium, detached, in puddles, along quiet boulevards.
Where do you walk, my unreality, the dreams of the flesh?
Tired of everything!
Vodka does not heat, friends do not save;
And the cheap female flesh in the throat, bone, stands.
About one in this life, it's ridiculous, I dream.
Like in the hot desert attract mirages (14.03.03)
1
I know for sure that I do not have to embrace these fragile shoulders,
But with naive thought I am tearing, mercilessly, the brain.
I know that never, in this life, I will not meet her.
I invented myself, in the silence of lonely, love.
Tired of everything!
Vodka does not heat, friends do not save;
And the cheap female flesh in the throat, bone, stands.
About one in this life, it's ridiculous, I dream.
As if in a hot desert attract mirages
2
How beautiful she is!
He knows this, only desire.
And fantasies of dreams that come sometimes at night.
I avoid it in real life,
To again not meet on the road of deceit.
Tired of everything!
Vodka does not heat, friends do not save;
And the cheap female flesh in the throat, bone, stands.
About one in this life, it's ridiculous, I dream.
As if in a hot desert attract mirages
3
Only with the whim of the soul in the spring you will argue?
When the snow melts and the serenade cats sing outside the window.
And delirium, detached, in puddles, along quiet boulevards.
Where do you walk, my unreality, the dreams of the flesh?
Tired of everything!
Vodka does not heat, friends do not save;
And the cheap female flesh in the throat, bone, stands.
About one in this life, it's ridiculous, I dream.
Like in the hot desert attract mirages (14.03.03)