Lyrics Posternak - Отель
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ты уже верила в правду
а я еще нет
миллион миль
за мной остается по праву
последний рассвет
гаснет мой мир
пустым побережьем в приливе истомы
постель
море далеко
остывшее утро, вымерший номер
отель
где я гибла рекой
без тебя – рекой
как без берегов
так легко
угасал мой мир
в свете маяков
в миллионе миль
мой огонь не гасить
нет сил
отель
лифт комком в горле наверх
к последней площадке
внутри человек
в человеке, не умещаясь
сердце: беспощадно
в сердце, не прекращаясь
в каждой части
счастье
человек – океан
человек – море
человек храм
человек в коридоре
двадцать один грамм
голос в хоре
страница в томе
из пекла первых уст
человек входит в номер
номер пуст
где расстались, в каких городах
те, кто хотели выжить,
чтоб навсегда
чтоб быть ближе
чем безликий номер отеля, опоздавший рейс
разорвавшая комнату смс
чем, «я тебя никогда не увижу»
как выжить разлученным городами
которым было трудно
которые рыдали
в трубки
годами по ночам
но ведь ты всегда была кем-то кроме
ты мой пульс
человек входит номер,
поворот ключа
номер пуст
пусть опоздали, но ведь тянулись мостами
так зачем сейчас эта комната пустая
устала быть далеко?
так любить нелегко?
но вот мое море
тянись же рекой
руслом
устьем
устами
твои ракеты взорвут к черту мою планету
ну! давай же! пуск!
человек входит в номер. номер пуст!
вспомни, мы бросались в волны
на удачу чувств
я вхожу в наш номер
номер пуст
твои корабли далеки
и гаснут мои маяки
расправить свои плавники
и белой касаткой – на киль
и белой касаткой об винт
от этой безумной любви
от этой запретной любви
ну, где же твои корабли
ты уже верила в правду
а я еще нет
миллион миль
за мной остается по праву
последний рассвет
гаснет мой мир
пустым побережьем в приливе истомы
постель
море далеко
остывшее море, вымерший номер
отель
где я гибла рекой
где я гибла рекой
«Человек отверженный вызывает лифт.
Знаешь, побережия влюблены в отлив.
Полон смысла нежного сдержанный разрыв.
Человек измученный. Семь утра. Отель.
Нежное беззвучие с голоском Адель.
Знаешь, все мы учимся ремеслу потерь.
Здравствуй, мое доброе, милое ничто.
Знаешь, парус порванный обожает шторм.
Ляг, молю, на ребра мне, щедрой широтой.
С добрым первым утренним сонным не в твоих.
Знаешь, по зазубринам узнают двоих.
В трубках столько зуммера, что нет смысла в них.
Человек подброшенный. Пыль в луче косом.
Слишком много прошлого, чтобы верить в сон.
Знаешь, кто не дожили, дышат в унисон.
Если слушать радио, то почти легко.
Комната не найдена без твоих духов.
Знаешь то, что ссадины – матери стихов
Человеку в номере – много пустоты.
Мертвые барометры. Сдавленные рты.
Знаешь, пропасть в сговоре с неохватным…»
ты ты ты
ты ты ты
ты ты ты
ты ты ты
ты ты ты
ты ты ты
ты ты ты
абонент не доступен
абонент неприступен
наш рассвет не наступит
смысла нет. все в пустую
каждый нервом рискуя
да прошло столько лет
но все стою на мосту я
и, как когда-то вошедший в пустой отель
брошенных побережий
еще храню свою цель
как на последнем рассвете
дышу прежней надеждой
тебя встретить
you already believed in the truth
and I am not yet
million miles
it remains for me by right
Last dawn
my world goes out
an empty coast in a tide of languor
bed
the sea is far away
cold morning, extinct number
hotel
where I died like a river
without you - like a river
as without shores
so easy
my world was fading away
in the light of lighthouses
in a million miles
do not extinguish my fire
no forces
hotel
lift a lump in the throat to the top
to the last site
inside man
in a person, not fitting
heart: merciless
in the heart without stopping
in every part
happiness
man is an ocean
man is the sea
man temple
the man in the hallway
twenty one grams
voice in the choir
page in volume
from the heat of the first lips
a person enters the room
number is empty
where they parted, in which cities
those who wanted to survive
so that forever
to be closer
than a faceless hotel room, a late flight
tore up the room sms
than, "I'll never see you"
how to survive torn cities
who found it difficult
who were crying
into tubes
for years at night
but you were always something other than
you are my pulse
a person enters the room,
key turn
number is empty
even if they were late, but they were drawn by bridges
so why is this room empty now
tired of being far away?
is it so easy to love?
but here is my sea
drag along the river
channel
mouth
mouth
your rockets will blow up my planet
Well! come on! start!
a person enters the room. number is empty!
remember we threw ourselves into the waves
luck of the senses
I enter our room
number is empty
your ships are far
and my beacons go out
spread your fins
and a white killer whale - on the keel
and a white killer whale about a screw
from this crazy love
from this forbidden love
well where are your ships
you already believed in the truth
and I am not yet
million miles
it remains for me by right
Last dawn
my world goes out
an empty coast in a tide of languor
bed
the sea is far away
cold sea, extinct number
hotel
where I died like a river
where I died like a river
“The outcast man calls the elevator.
You know, the coasts are in love with the low tide.
Full of meaning gentle restrained break.
The man is exhausted. Seven in the morning. Hotel.
Delicate soundless with Adele's voice.
You know, we all learn the craft of loss.
Hello, my kind, sweet nothing.
You know, a torn sail loves the storm.
Lie down, I pray, on my ribs, generous breadth.
With a good first morning sleepy is not in yours.
You know, they recognize two by the notches.
There are so many buzzers in the pipes that there is no point in them.
The man is thrown. Dust in the beam obliquely.
There is too much of the past to believe in a dream.
You know, those who did not live, breathe in unison.
If you listen to the radio, it's almost easy.
The room was not found without your perfume.
You know that abrasions are mothers of poetry
There is a lot of emptiness for the person in the room.
Dead barometers. Compressed mouths.
You know, the abyss in collusion with the immeasurable ... "
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
subscriber is not available
subscriber is unapproachable
our dawn will not come
there's no point. everything is empty
every nerve risking
so many years have passed
but I'm still standing on the bridge
and, as once entered an empty hotel
abandoned coasts
still keep my purpose
like at the last dawn
I breathe the same hope
you meet
and I am not yet
million miles
it remains for me by right
Last dawn
my world goes out
an empty coast in a tide of languor
bed
the sea is far away
cold morning, extinct number
hotel
where I died like a river
without you - like a river
as without shores
so easy
my world was fading away
in the light of lighthouses
in a million miles
do not extinguish my fire
no forces
hotel
lift a lump in the throat to the top
to the last site
inside man
in a person, not fitting
heart: merciless
in the heart without stopping
in every part
happiness
man is an ocean
man is the sea
man temple
the man in the hallway
twenty one grams
voice in the choir
page in volume
from the heat of the first lips
a person enters the room
number is empty
where they parted, in which cities
those who wanted to survive
so that forever
to be closer
than a faceless hotel room, a late flight
tore up the room sms
than, "I'll never see you"
how to survive torn cities
who found it difficult
who were crying
into tubes
for years at night
but you were always something other than
you are my pulse
a person enters the room,
key turn
number is empty
even if they were late, but they were drawn by bridges
so why is this room empty now
tired of being far away?
is it so easy to love?
but here is my sea
drag along the river
channel
mouth
mouth
your rockets will blow up my planet
Well! come on! start!
a person enters the room. number is empty!
remember we threw ourselves into the waves
luck of the senses
I enter our room
number is empty
your ships are far
and my beacons go out
spread your fins
and a white killer whale - on the keel
and a white killer whale about a screw
from this crazy love
from this forbidden love
well where are your ships
you already believed in the truth
and I am not yet
million miles
it remains for me by right
Last dawn
my world goes out
an empty coast in a tide of languor
bed
the sea is far away
cold sea, extinct number
hotel
where I died like a river
where I died like a river
“The outcast man calls the elevator.
You know, the coasts are in love with the low tide.
Full of meaning gentle restrained break.
The man is exhausted. Seven in the morning. Hotel.
Delicate soundless with Adele's voice.
You know, we all learn the craft of loss.
Hello, my kind, sweet nothing.
You know, a torn sail loves the storm.
Lie down, I pray, on my ribs, generous breadth.
With a good first morning sleepy is not in yours.
You know, they recognize two by the notches.
There are so many buzzers in the pipes that there is no point in them.
The man is thrown. Dust in the beam obliquely.
There is too much of the past to believe in a dream.
You know, those who did not live, breathe in unison.
If you listen to the radio, it's almost easy.
The room was not found without your perfume.
You know that abrasions are mothers of poetry
There is a lot of emptiness for the person in the room.
Dead barometers. Compressed mouths.
You know, the abyss in collusion with the immeasurable ... "
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
you you you
subscriber is not available
subscriber is unapproachable
our dawn will not come
there's no point. everything is empty
every nerve risking
so many years have passed
but I'm still standing on the bridge
and, as once entered an empty hotel
abandoned coasts
still keep my purpose
like at the last dawn
I breathe the same hope
you meet