Lyrics vbyez - ребус

lame legs with a whole body, aiming to reach
do not leave, stumble down the stairs-
surprise, forgive flights, gossip in my soul
half the battle, I know, I will become closer in a dream,
closer to you, are you breathing? I hear.
pulse beats, breaks in the nervous system,
but the heart is not in the body, it has already fled, it is not a pity
life from memory notes, I remember
trembling, your lie, a spoon and a little tea for dinner.
do not touch, I ask, stand aside empty
where there will be no dawn
waiting for summer
no one will fix and no one will ask.
questions to the dump, to stagger rubbish,
not easy, about what I told you
circling surrounded by shop windows, mugs against the wall in emotions,
where we lay shadows with the inscription.
whole days are not whole, completely freeze in thoughts.
brain contraception is powerless, to force
stay a smile ice melt, correct yourself,
will recover two days later
it's empty on its own, and let it be empty,
while in the mouth with sadness in an embrace
insulting. new things and again we
at the table. stagnation, binge, stay with me.
re-glue the whole rebus, the bus home
allergic to air, deceive.
deep breath, enough.
not bad, weekends seven times a week,
put on masks of happiness
only the eyes will surrender and the walls,
where I remember our names in reverse.
our souls are familiar forever.
candles tell about it
will go out and only in memory
flame in the arms
you are so immense
like a universal secret
with you at least in the light of the extreme
but now you are different
goodbye

I am scattered, unwound by a torn net.
yes where am i? yes here he is
surrendered to passion, entangled twice.
and smeared with tenderness.
not enough holiday candles
as if not to sleep forever.
all in pairs, in pairs,
and I'm bent in a parabola.
at least who would please
while the heart sang, and behold
accumulated, hammered. I want
get drunk, wander
on the horizon on the roof,
it would be great.
tried higher.
didn't work out.

a confusing topic flashed across the crown of the head,
excess of time, so many opinions,
I am painfully familiar
lighter in a coma than clods in the palm of your hand,
nothing on your face, understand
do I need to cling to and bite on the lips,
you cook borscht in the kitchen in a sweet pose,
leave the last dose of happiness for the weekend
it's too late to change
to live out painfully, on a stick with a rope,
further we are side by side like a dream
the bottom, there is my house, my window, the air and me,
carried away to the depths of dates and numbers, sang,
captured by tenderness, freshness of peace,
pleasant speeches, meeting after meeting,
from friday to monday,
I know you are my shore
sky and sleeping bag,
my memory brain kept everything

attempts are buried to sleep,
I get lost alone along the orbit.
broken karyt
behind a gilded fish,
where the parallels are curves,
I chose the right one.
I pulled out by the root
all allergy pain,
argue?
in the spots of the palm:
alcohol allergy,
what an irony.
and i can't
draw inspiration.
dream or reality?
probably just dirt.
take and throw away
empty word out of the mouth.
blind danger
trusting people in vain
when betrayed so many times.
only falling stars
gave hope.
I glue and cut
on the pictures I will leave only myself.
forget you
right, right?
and our souls are familiar forever.
and sincerely:
see you in hundreds of years
when there is no anger
to reduce the jaw,
Until then, I just dare to leave.