Lyrics Илья Соболев feat. Улица Снов - Слезы
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1 куплет.
Я слезинка. Прыг на щеку. По ней бегу, мне так одиноко. На подбородке повисла и вниз полетела мимо тела. Не успела вам сказать, что…
Я слеза номер два. Я чуть побольше стать смогла. Расскажу откуда мы, вот только намочу нос и губы. Я вижу ночь, вижу фонарь, задрожало тело… все, я лечу на пол, мне жаль…
Я следующая, я номер три. Там грусть, обида, всхлипы внутри. Я думаю, долго тут задержусь,… а нет, закатилась в рот, проглотили, ну вот…
Течем ручьем, рекой… три рукой! Не переплыть ту реку мокрому веку из-за того, что вчера… ой, все, падаю… мне пора!
Всего лишь больше не вместе, куча лести. Правда глаза колит и десятая слеза выходит: выходит мне катиться по щеке, шее… и я лечу на паркет уже, он все ближе. Чувствую конец тоньше. И меня не стало больше…
Она специально ревет, мне кажется, от меня на носу у нее мокрый след окажется, но не откажется от нас.
Я двенадцатая уже, и вот я в двух секундах от пола, и все ниже-ниже…
Теперь льемся в подушку, здесь счет пошел на десятки. Не моя воля тут быть. С нас взятки гладки. Мокрая простынь. Намок матрас. Подушка влажная. Дождь в помещении. От улыбки отказ. В доме погода неважная…
Но она ревет и ревет. Успокоится вроде, пройдет,… но вдруг увидит его подарок на полке, и завоют в душе мега-волки!
Припев:
Мокрые глаза, хоть и далека гроза. Моргают все чаще. Мокрые губы. Соленые зубы. Платок. Штора и даже пихора намокла, блин. Хочется послушать сплин. Рассмеши Чарли Чаплин.
2 куплет.
Я четырехсотая слеза. Мои потомки капали в спальне. А я на кухне мочу глаза. Передо мной пустой стол. Задернуты шторы. Полчаса бы мне хотя бы. Но моргнули. Я упала, где часы уснули.
А я не пойму в чем проблема! Ну, нет, так нет! У нее ограничений во времени нет. Ну не он, так другой – вариантов много. Это мы не можем выбирать. Нас каждое мгновенье норовят убрать.
История появления даже нам не известна уже. Нам все равно где быть: на крыше, улице, манеже. Реже, где народу много, чаще нас не видит никто. Вот и сейчас, задернув шторы, она ждет кого-то в пальто.
Там, откуда мы, сказали, что последняя я. Вижу улицы, такси. Выходит, взглянув на меня,… она подходит к двери. Звонок. Он заходит и смотрит…
И вот я уже на его губах! Увы и ах…
Припев.
1 verse.
I'm a teardrop. Jump on the cheek. I'm running along it, I'm so lonely. She hung on her chin and flew down past her body. I did not have time to tell you that ...
I am tear number two. I could become a little more. I’ll tell you where we are from, just wet my nose and lips. I see the night, I see the lantern, the body trembled ... everything, I'm flying to the floor, I'm sorry ...
I'm next, I'm number three. There is sadness, resentment, sobs inside. I think I’ll linger here for a long time ... but no, I rolled into my mouth, swallowed, well ...
We flow by a stream, a river ... three hands! Do not cross that river in the wet age due to the fact that yesterday ... oh, that's it, I'm falling ... I have to go!
Just no longer together, a bunch of flattery. True, it hurts my eyes and the tenth tear comes out: it comes out to roll on my cheek, neck ... and I'm flying to the floor already, it’s getting closer. I feel the end is thinner. And I was no more ...
She specifically roars, it seems to me that a wet trace will turn out from me on my nose, but she will not refuse us.
I’m the twelfth already, and now I’m two seconds from the floor, and lower and lower ...
Now we are pouring into the pillow, here the score went to tens. It’s not my will to be here. We have smooth bribes. Wet sheet. Wet mattress. The pillow is wet. Rain in the room. From a smile a refusal. The weather in the house is unimportant ...
But she roars and roars. He’ll calm down, pass away ... but suddenly he will see his gift on the shelf, and the mega-wolves will conquer in his soul!
Chorus:
Wet eyes, although a thunderstorm is far away. Blink more and more. Wet lips. Salty teeth. Handkerchief. The curtain and even pihor got wet, damn it. I want to listen to spleen. Make Charlie Chaplin laugh.
2 verse.
I am a four hundredth tear. My descendants were dripping in the bedroom. And I'm in the kitchen wet my eyes. Before me is an empty table. Curtains drawn up. Half an hour I would at least. But they blinked. I fell where the clock fell asleep.
And I don’t understand what the problem is! Well there is no way! She has no time limits. Well, not him, so different - there are many options. This we can not choose. We strive to remove us every moment.
The history of the appearance is not even known to us already. We do not care where to be: on the roof, street, arena. Less often, where there are many people, nobody sees us more often. And now, with the curtains drawn, she is waiting for someone in a coat.
Where we came from said the last me I see the streets, taxis. It turns out, looking at me ... she goes to the door. The call. He comes in and looks ...
And here I am already on his lips! Alas and ah ...
Chorus.
I'm a teardrop. Jump on the cheek. I'm running along it, I'm so lonely. She hung on her chin and flew down past her body. I did not have time to tell you that ...
I am tear number two. I could become a little more. I’ll tell you where we are from, just wet my nose and lips. I see the night, I see the lantern, the body trembled ... everything, I'm flying to the floor, I'm sorry ...
I'm next, I'm number three. There is sadness, resentment, sobs inside. I think I’ll linger here for a long time ... but no, I rolled into my mouth, swallowed, well ...
We flow by a stream, a river ... three hands! Do not cross that river in the wet age due to the fact that yesterday ... oh, that's it, I'm falling ... I have to go!
Just no longer together, a bunch of flattery. True, it hurts my eyes and the tenth tear comes out: it comes out to roll on my cheek, neck ... and I'm flying to the floor already, it’s getting closer. I feel the end is thinner. And I was no more ...
She specifically roars, it seems to me that a wet trace will turn out from me on my nose, but she will not refuse us.
I’m the twelfth already, and now I’m two seconds from the floor, and lower and lower ...
Now we are pouring into the pillow, here the score went to tens. It’s not my will to be here. We have smooth bribes. Wet sheet. Wet mattress. The pillow is wet. Rain in the room. From a smile a refusal. The weather in the house is unimportant ...
But she roars and roars. He’ll calm down, pass away ... but suddenly he will see his gift on the shelf, and the mega-wolves will conquer in his soul!
Chorus:
Wet eyes, although a thunderstorm is far away. Blink more and more. Wet lips. Salty teeth. Handkerchief. The curtain and even pihor got wet, damn it. I want to listen to spleen. Make Charlie Chaplin laugh.
2 verse.
I am a four hundredth tear. My descendants were dripping in the bedroom. And I'm in the kitchen wet my eyes. Before me is an empty table. Curtains drawn up. Half an hour I would at least. But they blinked. I fell where the clock fell asleep.
And I don’t understand what the problem is! Well there is no way! She has no time limits. Well, not him, so different - there are many options. This we can not choose. We strive to remove us every moment.
The history of the appearance is not even known to us already. We do not care where to be: on the roof, street, arena. Less often, where there are many people, nobody sees us more often. And now, with the curtains drawn, she is waiting for someone in a coat.
Where we came from said the last me I see the streets, taxis. It turns out, looking at me ... she goes to the door. The call. He comes in and looks ...
And here I am already on his lips! Alas and ah ...
Chorus.