Lyrics Impulse - Наивный возраст

Verse 1:

For the hundredth time I will remember her and for some reason there is a war in my head that it is impossible to understand myself.
Yes, I remember her, as if there was no one, as if alone, a little more and you would fall off the hinges ...
This is not my day. What's not my day ?! Apparently stuck among all these rampant days.
I see her everywhere like my shadow and imagine that everything is in pink.

The time that was is no more than a dream. No more than a dream.
Those stars no longer shine through our window. Don't shine through the window!
You stay with him, I'm here alone. Let's search for happiness, then our happiness ...
After all, we miss him so much ...

Chorus:

You know, we are not on our way with you.
Lights flicker here. And past the windows we are in a stream of cars ...
Your eyes are stars .. Inaccessible space.
Tell me who made this world?
Remnants of the soul, screaming at the top of our lungs among the gray crowd.
We are so naive - isn't this a crazy age ?!

Verse 2:

I will take a couple of killed doses, the mind is not up to him
I can hear how you are silent, into the blaring phone, do not cry
What are you waiting for, what's next? I was the first to shout, but not the first to start

You're not at home, primitive, traces of someone else's love, and the smell of nicotine
Come on without detectives, goodbye as usual, without words, but beautifully.

My minimum is far away, how many times I would not drink, but you knocked the alcohol out
I remember the smell of your perfume, I remember you different
Different than all of them, because you were next to me

No news, we are a plant
Twelve weekends, seven hours in bed
What dare we now? In a ruined bedroom with bare walls ...

Verse 3:

You are semi-sweet for breakfast, a familiar smell, we will catch up in bed, we will remain in the applications,
Smoke lanterns, a world without love, we are in the arena, it hurts in the chest, wait there is no one around. Cheating me
All this is a dream and that's enough
He won’t put me in, your lies are in the square, the yard boy has grown
Throwing out messages on the network, in my soul all the same children, but I did not notice

The real world is too tough
I would give everything for you.
Two missed calls
Drops of tears on mirrors