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давай наконец-то выпьем чаю, я больше не хочу мешать кофе с коньяком,
слышать от тебя "я скучаю"
стало странно,
за одним столом, я выкурю пару пачек сигарет,
а после твоих искренних признаний, наверное не смогу сказать тебе "привет".
эти общие в шкафу скелеты, стали нашим общим маяком,
ты больше не спрашиваешь у меня где я,
а я больше не отвечу тебе на звонок, какой бы не была наша так называемая любовь, я больше не хочу давать никаких ответов.
не встретимся больше за кофейком, не задержим взгляд друг на друге,
стоим столбом,
не зная что нам делать, и что будет дальше.
бежим. ты за мной, а я от себя.
только я убегаю стоя у себя дома, а ты зачем-то стоишь у меня под дверью, бессмысленные сообщение, черезрядное курение,
этот весь дым, наружу,
ему нужно выходить.
мне не нужно больше никаких определений,
я больше не буду стоять вечерами под фонарями,
ожидая когда же разойдемся по домам,
мне плевать кто нас хочет видеть рядом, я больше не хочу обманывать себя, особенно сейчас.
мне вечно напоминают, говорят:
не забывай дышать,
у меня все мимо ушей, я уже и сама бы не прочь кого-то услышать.
полная голова, забита пустыми мыслями, изрядными, присланными тобою письмами,
не наполняющих мое сердце никаким смыслом.
хватит наверное, мы больше не станем родственными душами,
лишь можем определить, где в этой ситуации минусы, а где плюсы.
let's finally have some tea, I don’t want to mix coffee with cognac anymore,
hear from you "i miss you"
it became strange
at one table, I will smoke a couple of packs of cigarettes,
and after your sincere confession, I probably won’t be able to say hello to you.
these skeletons common in the closet became our common beacon,
you don’t ask me where I am anymore
and I will not answer you anymore, no matter what our so-called love is, I no longer want to give any answers.
we’ll not meet again for a coffee, don’t hold our eyes on each other,
stand by the pillar
not knowing what to do, and what will happen next.
we're running. you are behind me, and I am on my own.
as soon as I run away standing at home, and for some reason you are standing at my door, meaningless message, smoke-by-piece smoking,
this whole smoke out
he needs to go out.
I don't need any more definitions
I will no longer stand in the evenings under the lights,
waiting for when we go home
I do not care who wants to see us nearby, I no longer want to deceive myself, especially now.
They always remind me, they say:
don't forget to breathe
I have everything past my ears, I myself would not mind hearing someone.
full head, clogged with empty thoughts, hefty letters sent by you,
not filling my heart with any meaning.
enough is enough, we will no longer become soul mates,
we can only determine where in this situation are the minuses, and where are the pluses.
hear from you "i miss you"
it became strange
at one table, I will smoke a couple of packs of cigarettes,
and after your sincere confession, I probably won’t be able to say hello to you.
these skeletons common in the closet became our common beacon,
you don’t ask me where I am anymore
and I will not answer you anymore, no matter what our so-called love is, I no longer want to give any answers.
we’ll not meet again for a coffee, don’t hold our eyes on each other,
stand by the pillar
not knowing what to do, and what will happen next.
we're running. you are behind me, and I am on my own.
as soon as I run away standing at home, and for some reason you are standing at my door, meaningless message, smoke-by-piece smoking,
this whole smoke out
he needs to go out.
I don't need any more definitions
I will no longer stand in the evenings under the lights,
waiting for when we go home
I do not care who wants to see us nearby, I no longer want to deceive myself, especially now.
They always remind me, they say:
don't forget to breathe
I have everything past my ears, I myself would not mind hearing someone.
full head, clogged with empty thoughts, hefty letters sent by you,
not filling my heart with any meaning.
enough is enough, we will no longer become soul mates,
we can only determine where in this situation are the minuses, and where are the pluses.