Lyrics Max Pain - Обычная история

I will not be a new word
In the section of stories,
But this time is in my head
Always on repeat
And I'm not such a one-
This is familiar to anyone,
Do you remember how your girlfriend
Went to another?

She's a bit different,
What a couple of months ago,
But you believed, even in that,
That he himself is to blame.
Disappeared from the eyes of her shine
And instead of a voice crackling,
Hair color is different
And even thrown off excess weight.
You communicate with each other
On high tones,
You wonder: where
This hatred in the eyes?
She will cry in the bathroom
Will close the door to the castle,
Will turn on the water and will
Swallow grudges clot.
An hour later she was in a taxi,
After two already at the bar,
Four by her hand
Is leading some guy,
And at his apartment
Only in the morning he will wake up,
And you sat and waited, though I knew,
That she will not return.
Not for the first time these tears,
Scandals, screams and scenes,
Not the first time you find
Traces of yesterday's treason,
And every time, mistaken,
You forgive her for the new,
But this time is not the last-
You know,
More than once she will come,
Will sit down, something goes wrong
Or tell you what happened,
And maybe even cry,
And you will believe: her hands
In your own hands you will take,
And in my head a sonar echo:
Lies, lies, lies ...

Autumn, rain,
A half-burned house,
Friends have gone somewhere,
We stayed together,
Wet hair,
Neck, shoulders, lips, hands,
First kiss
Under the mad heart knock.
This red cap,
Master 2K (two ka),
Fences, rails and sleepers,
In the hand is a hand,
Motorcycles, gatherings
At the night fire,
Conversations on the entrance
Until six in the morning ...
Once upon a time it was all,
Once upon a time everything seemed nice,
Smile, you will remember,
So I did not forget,
Then something is left,
Even if the smallest
Time,
Which gave joy.
Maybe it's strange,
I'm not looking for the guilty,
Everyone made his choice-
You forgive me and I'll forgive,
You can even call ...
Or he will be jealous,
Then do not, okay,
The soldier knows how to wait.

On the monitor of her photo
He burns his smiling eye,
And a telephone conversation
Again the quarrel ended,
Sometimes I want to lighten up
The theater of our stories,
After the Salt Sea
Inhale the air of space,
But soon the word freedom
Again it seems nonsense,
The horizon will leave the rays,
I want to go to this sea,
And having dissolved in the water,
I'll get my hand to the bottom
And once again I will tell myself-
She is so alone.

Tonight is My Sun
Will not sleep with me,
Tonight is My Sun
Do not come home,
And at the entrance to the car
The whole night will not have to sleep,
She will come only then,
When it starts to dawn.

But still sometimes it's difficult,
It hurts to restrain tears,
I'll look at your photo,
See the old dreams,
Eyes, full of tears,
Wave Memories
I will be covered
Clubs of blue smoke.
Back in reality,
I see the asphalt underfoot,
I will look at the world
Already with different eyes,
Night ... one ...
Bottle of "Cola" and again
I'm leaving the past
On the boulevard of Orlova.