Lyrics Amstel - Одиночество

You can raise this bar to a hundred
You can start a new notebook from scratch, a new notebook
You can hold the muzzle, the gun at the temple
Or tell about what the soul feels

You can fly up and fall
You do not have to love life, to exist stupidly
But there is no way back until the tear melts away
Loneliness will make it clear - this is not a game

I close the sash of the windows, I can not close my eyes
Heart beats on splinters, and the soul is long in tears
I can not understand how much you can torment yourself like that
But unfortunately time, I, I will not turn back
Rain turns with the first snow flakes
Smoke flies away while the cigarette smoldering
Again I'm sitting in four walls, which is what I'm waiting for
In the hope of winning a mini-game, with faith in fate
Why are we looking for trouble, because nothing is returned
Unable to correct something - this is the wrong way
Plus remember those annoyances, do you need it?
Esmeralda saga, does not require mercy
Can all life, stupidly, curse the darkness
You can try to light an extinct candle
Take and ride on the Garden Ring
Just listen to the silence ...

You can raise this bar to a hundred
You can start a new notebook from scratch, a new notebook
You can hold the muzzle, the gun at the temple
Or tell about what the soul feels

You can fly up and fall
You do not have to love life, to exist stupidly
But there is no way back until the tear melts away
Loneliness will make it clear - this is not a game

It's not a game, bro. It's not worth the candle.
It's silence, (yeah) that warms your shoulders
Plus this muse adds shine to the eyes
And recorded speech, then there is no way back
Try to change the route, introduce novelty
Somewhere to risk, absurdity, reveals the essence
Protoptanny way to forget, just turn
Until the bog was tightened, thaw the mercury
I know, it happens - it kills me
When someone makes you dive into details
But nobody represents - hope flies away
Sharing the edges of consciousness, the flow of highways
Early morning, day, weekends, weekdays
The globe is spinning, in millimeters of a second
Arrows on the clock, already, far beyond two
Meet the sunrises, Thursday's drinking
Will I be able to make up for what I did not have yesterday?
When will I go to bed, where is that queen
Ustah verb truth, green leaves
The changes are already close, the condemnation of the soloist
A pack of Citramon, paired with a can of Berne
Calling an ambulance, quickly, to the receiving rest
Put it here, a little more menthol
Twenty-second, I thought differently

You can raise this bar to a hundred
You can start a new notebook from scratch, a new notebook
You can hold the muzzle, the gun at the temple
Or tell about what the soul feels

You can fly up and fall
You do not have to love life, to exist stupidly
But there is no way back until the tear melts away
Loneliness will make it clear - this is not a game

Four walls form the shape of a square
In the fact that you are alone, no one is to blame
Maybe, of course, fate, on meanness is rich
But in this museum of destiny, you are the main exhibit
As the card lies, okay - I'll do it tomorrow
Time for coins - not the best barter
The choice is left only for you
And it depends on you, whether you will be happy with the game

You can raise this bar to a hundred
You can start a new notebook from scratch, a new notebook
You can hold the muzzle, the gun at the temple
Or tell about what the soul feels

You can fly up and fall
You do not have to love life, to exist stupidly
But there is no way back until the tear melts away
Loneliness will make it clear - this is not a game

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