Lyrics Булёк - Один вдох

Night. Bed friend to pain. Thoughts able to deprive you of reason and will. What is our role in this strange story? Hundreds of times mentally reincarnating yourself in a superhero. How much it was in the nearby passed, already scares. But where it gone and why, but who knows. Even understanding that there is still a lot of suffering. We are simply easier to lie down and break down, bolding in a pillow on your favorite sofa. Over the years you understand what you are not alien to you. Unclear poison, spreading over the capillaries, from the inside corrosive soul. The feeling that before was unfamiliar, and now it increases every day, in the hearts of the young, gradually forcing them forcing them. At one moment it will give up, lower your hands. Then you look around and surprised by the deadly boredom. And again in a circle night, bed, incomprehensible severity, damn thoughts, pain, cigarettes and hoarse cough ...

But there are moments, and the bit will beer. Only sounds will remain that just demolished the roof. Those pair of piano keys that right now play. They will join so that then you stick together for a long time ...

While there is a blue sky, and in the sky dawn, life will never flow past you. Do not be risky, the native family is waiting at home. And somewhere in the depths of the soul there are love and friends.
And even if you are alone, and in the heart pain. You still play a major role in your film.
Recognize that the world around you is not so bad. While you can do though B one more inhale.

But with each moment the bit gradually returns to normal. I want to open your eyes, you need to open anyone. Doctor, discharge at maximum! Do not die, do not fall into someone! Solution What is, and not dream about a new life.

One more night. Bed friend to pain. You lie, look empty looking into the ceiling and dreaming to get to the coast of the night sea. Like a sip of the spring water again fill your consciousness and soul. No, do not shout, no, not silent. Just breathe deeply, acknowledge it you need it. Not an option to lie and not to sleep every evening, listen to listening to music, if you really want something, then your dreams are not able to destroy. I score on Stuzh, on the wind, on the puddles, on the thought that you can not need anyone. If it is ready to stand firmly on the legs, then do not be afraid to be in this life of a shabby punching. Even if the clouds instead of the sky, if everything around you is so ridiculous, instead of wine and black caviar, during lunch, bring water and the edge of a stalking bread. If suddenly, in the midst of hot summer, suddenly ended up on the ice cream, while even stopped spinning the planet, do not hurry to turn this light. Maybe your song is not yet sung, no matter how funny it seems, the people in the pockets of the pockets are pockets in their pockets. Although they say that the boys do not cry, but sometimes we have tears to the eyes hardened ... if I waited for the return for a long time, and the answer did not come up with the answer of the task.

But there are moments, and the bit will beer. Only sounds will remain that just demolished the roof. Those pair of piano keys that right now play. They will join so that then you stick together for a long time ...

While there is a blue sky, and in the sky dawn, life will never flow past you. Do not be risky, the native family is waiting at home. And somewhere in the depths of the soul there are love and friends.
And even if you are alone, and in the heart pain. You still play a major role in your film.
Recognize that the world around you is not so bad. While you can do though B one more inhale.