Lyrics таня зыкина - Замерзаю
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замерзаю в этом городе в любой сезон
не бывает ничего холодней субботы, где только я и ноты
знаю, это временно, и в унисон подпевает хор хороших друзей:
"ну что ты, будет же работа, лето и природа
ну что ты, надо ли кого-то? свобода - это же так много"
забываю в этом городе любой маршрут
не бывает направления сложней чем до дома
улиц незнакомых сетка нарисована. дворы не врут.
я шагаю по дорожке своей, где в точке Б я может и согреюсь
но двойные двери открываю каждый раз сама я.
я не знаю, для чего мне этот дом, где никого нет
в море окон нет того маяка, что горел бы для меня
умоляю "солнце" новое взойти скорей
растопить сугробы мокрых платков белых-белых
- так я себя жалела
знаю, это временно, но всё быстрей
испаряются запасы слов и глицина
и хотя бессильна эта медицина,
- новая свобода дышит в мою спину.
freeze in this city in any season
there is nothing colder than Saturday, where only me and the notes
I know this is temporary, and the choir of good friends sings in unison:
"Well, you, there will be the same work, summer and nature
Well, you, do you need someone? freedom is just so much "
I forget in this city any route
there is no direction more difficult than to home
streets of unfamiliar grid drawn. courtyards do not lie.
I walk along the path where, at point B, I can warm up
but every time I open the double doors myself.
I do not know why this house is for me, where there is no one
in the sea of windows there is not that lighthouse that would burn for me
I beg the "sun" new to ascend quickly
melt the drifts of wet shawls of white and white
- that's how I felt sorry for myself
I know it's temporary, but it's faster
The reserves of words and glycine evaporate
and although this medicine is powerless,
- New freedom breathes into my back.
there is nothing colder than Saturday, where only me and the notes
I know this is temporary, and the choir of good friends sings in unison:
"Well, you, there will be the same work, summer and nature
Well, you, do you need someone? freedom is just so much "
I forget in this city any route
there is no direction more difficult than to home
streets of unfamiliar grid drawn. courtyards do not lie.
I walk along the path where, at point B, I can warm up
but every time I open the double doors myself.
I do not know why this house is for me, where there is no one
in the sea of windows there is not that lighthouse that would burn for me
I beg the "sun" new to ascend quickly
melt the drifts of wet shawls of white and white
- that's how I felt sorry for myself
I know it's temporary, but it's faster
The reserves of words and glycine evaporate
and although this medicine is powerless,
- New freedom breathes into my back.