Lyrics Штольц - -Он не придет.
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нет, его не найти,
любовь не спасти,
потерянный рай
ваш - рушится.
на твоих руках пепел,
все твои мечты ветер унес.
не лечат врачи
душевных ран.
неизлечимa -
диагноз звучит.
теперь ничего не изменить
и в этом твоя вина,
слышишь.
письма сжигай,
дотла душу.
строили всё,
чтоб разрушить.
ты не смогла его сохранить.
сердце
бьется
тише
по щекам размазанная тушь,
давят на виски воспоминания.
дым от сигарет вдыхая глубже,
ядовитый воздух разрывает.
разбивай о стены рамки с фото,
удаляй из памяти моменты.
строки его песен из блокнота,
вырезаны на твоих руках.
перестань его ждать,
он уже не придет,
больше не позвонит,
всё, что было - в камин,
не жалей, пусть горит.
no, it can not be found,
love can not be saved,
lost heaven
yours is falling apart.
on your hands ashes,
all your dreams the wind blew.
Do not treat doctors
emotional wounds.
incurable -
the diagnosis sounds.
now nothing has changed
and this is your fault,
you hear.
letters burn,
uttered the soul.
they built everything,
to destroy.
you could not save it.
a heart
beats
quieter
On the cheeks smeared mascara,
pressure on whiskey memories.
smoke from cigarettes breathing deeper,
poisonous air tears.
break about a wall frame with a photo,
remove the moments from memory.
lines of his songs from a notebook,
cut out on your hands.
stop waiting for him,
he will not come,
will no longer call,
all that was - in the fireplace,
do not be sorry, let it burn.
love can not be saved,
lost heaven
yours is falling apart.
on your hands ashes,
all your dreams the wind blew.
Do not treat doctors
emotional wounds.
incurable -
the diagnosis sounds.
now nothing has changed
and this is your fault,
you hear.
letters burn,
uttered the soul.
they built everything,
to destroy.
you could not save it.
a heart
beats
quieter
On the cheeks smeared mascara,
pressure on whiskey memories.
smoke from cigarettes breathing deeper,
poisonous air tears.
break about a wall frame with a photo,
remove the moments from memory.
lines of his songs from a notebook,
cut out on your hands.
stop waiting for him,
he will not come,
will no longer call,
all that was - in the fireplace,
do not be sorry, let it burn.