A pile of past years will fall asleep with snow
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And we are not here, we all left spiritually impoverished.
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Breaking vows, forgetting old addresses
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It's three o'clock in the morning, I can't sleep and it's stupid to deny it.
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That I would not like to return everything back and change so much
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The autumn waltz plays again on sad notes.
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And I scored a long time ago in search of someone like you
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I remain alone, I ask you to leave my dreams.
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We pass by, pretending not to notice,
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Tell me, is it difficult to take everything and be able to return it?
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Or is it easier to trample on love, to forget what connected us,
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Without starting to warm up again in your eyes with caress, warmth.
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Cold s*x and my new pattern
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A girl with the belief that everything is serious, but there is a clone in her soul.
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Another run to nowhere, feelings with an exchange for a buzz,
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After a tantrum and a broken heart on a tile.
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Eyes get wet, she'll say, "How could you do that?"
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But inside it burns with cold, and right now it's fashionable.
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And don't look into my eyes, into these empty windows,
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I am alone, you are alone, the result will show us.
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Chorus:
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And I will be alone again
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Here to meet all these cold.
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And I ask you not to fall
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Walking along the wires with me.
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And I will be alone again
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Here to meet all these cold.
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And I ask you not to fall
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Walking along the wires with me.
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Who gave you the right? |
I squandered time so fast
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To forget that drama already.
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In the mirror, the same shrunken eye and rough cheekbones,
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The same desire in the eyes to put a muzzle to the temple in the morning.
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I remember pulling so that every step is only for you,
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In a slow rhythm, together forgetting about the whole everyday run.
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Smoothly circled in the room, and then shrunk and down,
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There are passions, warmth, but we fled a long time ago.
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And imperceptibly so painted his life in a gray tint,
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Sad topics, we are not the same, I am alone in these walls.
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I feel fine here, I'm almost used to it
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Lose your youth on all these paths of curves.
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Replicate layouts where frames often change,
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There is no one like you, you hear, I swear to you, it's true.
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I would like to sleep today and wake up tomorrow,
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With you in that world where again flashbacks do not pull back.
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Chorus:
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And I will be alone again
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Here to meet all these cold.
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And I ask you not to fall
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Walking along the wires with me.
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And I will be alone again
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Here to meet all these cold.
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And I ask you not to fall
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Walking along the wires with me.
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New songs and their lyrics |