Lyrics KryptoS - Настоящая
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время позднее, метро давно закрыто намертво.
вечерний шум дорог, твой образ где-то замер там.
и надо так!...найти его, без оглядки в скитаньях.
да кто бы знал, что это чувство больше испатания!
а..попутный ветер донесет твой запах. Холодно,
хрустальный город снова мерзнет, снова молод он.
...а я помолоду искал в переулках тебя, но
был ведомый юным счастьем..помню эти раны.
Ты настоящая..без масок, теней и без грима.
прячут угрюмо улыбку губы до смеха игривые.
позволь быть мимом мне, пусть ляжет на строки перо.
"я поделюсь кусочком грусти", точка. Твой Пьеро.
А на перрон..прийдет состав, ты уже в ожиданьи,
когда он тронется, уснешь в купе. Все оживает:
пустые улицы, трамваи, метрополитен.
ультрамариновый рассвет и блики, как рекламный тент.
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ты драгоценна в своем роде - бриллиант в алмазах,
тает снег под теплым выдохом, стекают капли в вазу
с розы, что бутон свой распускает в пышный оригами.
Знай..быть настояещей, искренней, значит быть сАмой.
И на рассвете замерзая под покровом неба,
помни, я согрею. Пусть то сказка или просто небыль.
Но я в мечтах летаю,..и ты со мной летай,
Покинем серый мир, обыденность, коснемся рая.
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Твоя улыбка так и веет вечерним теплом,
Глаза - магнит, что тянут на бездонное море эмоций.
Радиоволны нам вещают последний сезон.
Но вырву шнур и буду верить, что не ошибется.
Ты поменяла и меня, затем сменила номер,
Твой МТС мне недоступен, думаю: "игнорит".
Год девятнадцатый пробил, а я еще ребенок
в мыслях..твой несознательный, но бескорыстный.
Честно...на нас влияют числа времени.
Я почерствею, стану старше, потеряю доверие
твоё..по венам так же пробежит разряд,
ты будешь рядом и прижмешь к себе, мой маленький ангел.
Не научился говорить красиво, чтоб до дрожи.
Знай, я для тебя старался жить, как только можно
..правильней..но мурашки по коже, если ты просто смотришь.
Моя ты настоящая, оставайся такой же.
Time later, the metro has long been closed tightly.
Evening noise is expensive, your image froze there somewhere.
And you need so! ... Find it, without looking back in the monastery.
Yes, who would know that this feeling is more of evaporation!
A .. proceeding wind will bring your smell. Cold,
The crystal city is freezing again, it is young again.
... and I was looking for renchind in the alleys of you, but
I was led by young happiness .. I remember these wounds.
You are real .. bez of masks, shadows and without makeup.
The lips are hidden sullenly smile to laugh.
Let me be a mim to me, let him fall on the lines of the pen.
"I will share a piece of sadness", point. Your Pierrot.
And on the platform .. the composition will come, you are already in expectant,
When he moves, you will fall asleep in the compartment. Everything comes to life:
Empty streets, trams, metro.
Ultramarine dawn and glare, like an advertising awning.
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You are precious in its kind - diamond in diamonds,
Snow melts under a warm exhalation, drains drops into a vase
From the rose that the bud is dissolving into the lush origami.
Know .. to be infusive, sincere, means to be yourself.
And at dawn, freezing under the cover of the sky,
Remember, I will warm. Let that a fairy tale or just not.
But I'm flying in dreams .. and you fly with me,
We will leave the gray world, everyday life, we will touch on paradise.
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Your smile blows evening warmth,
Eyes are a magnet that pull on the bottomless sea of emotions.
Radio waves broadcast to us the last season.
But I will tear out the cord and I will believe that I will not be mistaken.
You changed me, then changed the number,
Your MTS is not available to me, I think: "Ignores."
The nineteenth struck the nineteenth, and I am still a child
In thoughts .. there is an unconscious, but disinterested.
Honestly ... We are affected by the numbers of time.
I will become a handful, I will become older, I will lose confidence
your veins will also run a discharge,
You will be near and press to you, my little angel.
I did not learn to speak beautifully, so that to trembling.
Know, I tried to live for you as soon as possible
.. more correctly .. but goosebumps, if you just look.
You are my real, stay the same.
Evening noise is expensive, your image froze there somewhere.
And you need so! ... Find it, without looking back in the monastery.
Yes, who would know that this feeling is more of evaporation!
A .. proceeding wind will bring your smell. Cold,
The crystal city is freezing again, it is young again.
... and I was looking for renchind in the alleys of you, but
I was led by young happiness .. I remember these wounds.
You are real .. bez of masks, shadows and without makeup.
The lips are hidden sullenly smile to laugh.
Let me be a mim to me, let him fall on the lines of the pen.
"I will share a piece of sadness", point. Your Pierrot.
And on the platform .. the composition will come, you are already in expectant,
When he moves, you will fall asleep in the compartment. Everything comes to life:
Empty streets, trams, metro.
Ultramarine dawn and glare, like an advertising awning.
___________________________________________________
You are precious in its kind - diamond in diamonds,
Snow melts under a warm exhalation, drains drops into a vase
From the rose that the bud is dissolving into the lush origami.
Know .. to be infusive, sincere, means to be yourself.
And at dawn, freezing under the cover of the sky,
Remember, I will warm. Let that a fairy tale or just not.
But I'm flying in dreams .. and you fly with me,
We will leave the gray world, everyday life, we will touch on paradise.
___________________________________________________
Your smile blows evening warmth,
Eyes are a magnet that pull on the bottomless sea of emotions.
Radio waves broadcast to us the last season.
But I will tear out the cord and I will believe that I will not be mistaken.
You changed me, then changed the number,
Your MTS is not available to me, I think: "Ignores."
The nineteenth struck the nineteenth, and I am still a child
In thoughts .. there is an unconscious, but disinterested.
Honestly ... We are affected by the numbers of time.
I will become a handful, I will become older, I will lose confidence
your veins will also run a discharge,
You will be near and press to you, my little angel.
I did not learn to speak beautifully, so that to trembling.
Know, I tried to live for you as soon as possible
.. more correctly .. but goosebumps, if you just look.
You are my real, stay the same.