Lyrics замкнутость 8 - вечером веером
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я не смог, я не досчитал до восьми.
как низко так скотились я и ты? туман.
дурман вечером в лицо веером,
и колесом по накату с горы.
мои, твои бездонные капризы.
в памяти греюсь,
пронизан донельзя с зимы.
ты просто зевни с безразличием
привычным твоим глазам.
я лично устал. позвал на помощь
скандал.
скатились донельзя, дониза.
ты каждый день звонишь мне,
а я сплю по ночам, мечтами начитан.
смотри, там лучше, чем здесь.
здесь твоя ересь и я.
последние взгляды в туман,
и вот опять
дурман вечером в лицо веером.
и, правда, верим,
что решение верное..наверное.
да сравнивайте меня хоть с кем
и мысли сугубо личные.
как-всегда молчалив.
и как люблю свой медленный лифт
и плеер убитый, читать не в бит.
после работы бухим.
буквально заново ожил.
так что? там лучше, чем здесь?
а ты просто сесть рядом,
ну пожалуйста, только больше не жалуйся,
как плохо тебе, постарайся забудь.
по старой памяти буду дуть,
желтую прессу твою курю.
сжигаю образ соседей.
и нервы тлеют твои,
подобно остатку на моей сигарете.
I could not, I have not read to eight.
How low I and you and you? fog.
A dope in the evening in the face by a fan
And the wheel on the roll off the mountain.
mine, your bottomless whims.
I bask in my memory
Din is penetrated from the winter.
You are just a yawn with indifference
your usual eyes.
I am personally tired. He called for help
scandal.
They rolled up, Doniz.
You call me every day
And I sleep at night, with dreams read.
Look, there is better than here.
Here is your heresy and me.
recent views of fog,
And here again
A dope in the evening in the face by a fan.
And, however, we believe
that the decision is true .. naval.
Yes, compare me with anyone
And thoughts are purely personal.
It’s always silent.
And how I love my slow elevator
And the player is killed, read not in bit.
After working with a buchim.
Literally came to life.
So? there is better than here?
And you just sit down next
well, please, just don't complain anymore,
How bad to you, try to forget.
By old memory I will blow
I smoke your yellow press.
I burn the image of the neighbors.
And your nerves smolder
Like the rest on my cigarette.
How low I and you and you? fog.
A dope in the evening in the face by a fan
And the wheel on the roll off the mountain.
mine, your bottomless whims.
I bask in my memory
Din is penetrated from the winter.
You are just a yawn with indifference
your usual eyes.
I am personally tired. He called for help
scandal.
They rolled up, Doniz.
You call me every day
And I sleep at night, with dreams read.
Look, there is better than here.
Here is your heresy and me.
recent views of fog,
And here again
A dope in the evening in the face by a fan.
And, however, we believe
that the decision is true .. naval.
Yes, compare me with anyone
And thoughts are purely personal.
It’s always silent.
And how I love my slow elevator
And the player is killed, read not in bit.
After working with a buchim.
Literally came to life.
So? there is better than here?
And you just sit down next
well, please, just don't complain anymore,
How bad to you, try to forget.
By old memory I will blow
I smoke your yellow press.
I burn the image of the neighbors.
And your nerves smolder
Like the rest on my cigarette.