Lyrics еще один сон - тихая музыка
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thethethe – evol
тихая музыка немыслимо впитывается в подушку
уже утром
а я дышу только ей из наушников.
которую ночь не сплю
и ощущение, что совсем один во всем мире.
любая мечта без дверей закрытых как в тире
и каждый рад кто попал в десятку.
жаль что за такое не садят.
кому сказать, у кого спросить,
а у меня сияние северное за полюсами обозрения,
да непонятность иногда режет.
я знаю, когда брошу свои вредные привычки,
то появится другая. я не буду знать ее имя.
ищет меня, тихо копаясь в тумане,
пускай, но в моем кармане, в моем...
там море, а когда то билось лишь сердце,
остальное срезал незадумываясь.
когда умываюсь то глаз не вижу,
только изредка слышу их в мыслях и на повтор.
новый поворот в надежде столкнуться
или пройти мимо. не знаю что будет лучше.
я помню когда в одной минуте грусти
было больше чем ударов сердца за сутки,
когда один в комнате она окутает своим одеялом,
после чего приступы радости яркие,
но уходят прочь. улетают.
ведь когда один в комнате, то медленно таешь.
всю ночь тихая музыка впитывается в подушку,
а я продолжаю дышать своими плохими привычками,
которые немыслимо и тихо душат.
thethethe - evol
quiet music is unthinkably absorbed into the pillow
already in the morning
I only breathe from her headphones.
which night I do not sleep
and feeling that all alone in the whole world.
any dream without doors closed in a dash
and everyone is glad who hit the mark.
It is a pity that for such do not plant.
who to say, who to ask,
and I have a northern glow beyond the poles of the Ferris,
yes incomprehensibility sometimes cuts.
I know when I quit my bad habits,
then there will be another. I will not know her name.
looking for me, quietly digging in the fog,
let it be, but in my pocket, in my ...
there is a sea, and when it was just a heart beating,
cut the rest off without thinking.
when I wash my eyes I don't see
only occasionally I hear them in my thoughts and to repeat.
a new turn hoping to face
or pass by. I do not know what will be better.
I remember when in one minute of sadness
there were more than heartbeats per day,
when alone in the room she wraps her blanket
after which the bouts of joy are bright,
but go away. fly away.
for when you are alone in a room, you slowly conceal it.
all night long soft music soaks into the pillow,
and I continue to breathe my bad habits,
who are unthinkable and quietly choking.
quiet music is unthinkably absorbed into the pillow
already in the morning
I only breathe from her headphones.
which night I do not sleep
and feeling that all alone in the whole world.
any dream without doors closed in a dash
and everyone is glad who hit the mark.
It is a pity that for such do not plant.
who to say, who to ask,
and I have a northern glow beyond the poles of the Ferris,
yes incomprehensibility sometimes cuts.
I know when I quit my bad habits,
then there will be another. I will not know her name.
looking for me, quietly digging in the fog,
let it be, but in my pocket, in my ...
there is a sea, and when it was just a heart beating,
cut the rest off without thinking.
when I wash my eyes I don't see
only occasionally I hear them in my thoughts and to repeat.
a new turn hoping to face
or pass by. I do not know what will be better.
I remember when in one minute of sadness
there were more than heartbeats per day,
when alone in the room she wraps her blanket
after which the bouts of joy are bright,
but go away. fly away.
for when you are alone in a room, you slowly conceal it.
all night long soft music soaks into the pillow,
and I continue to breathe my bad habits,
who are unthinkable and quietly choking.