I'm looking for my new day
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In fragments of phrases of other people's songs
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She won't forgive me
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Yes, and why?
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I didn't ask
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Hurry up,
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Come and kill
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Me without a knife
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So, at a glance
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I will squint
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I will wash the dishes with my hand,
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I'll fly far from here.
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The world has no soul, or maybe it never had.
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I don't want to forget anything, but something made us like this:
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Wings broken, thrown out,
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We lie on the sand like seagulls, our eyes are already covered.
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When love dies, the stars fall a little more often
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It hurts at all.
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Where can I find a place in my soul now to leave you?
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And continue to live on, but is it necessary to live at all?
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And you were the best, but that doesn't matter.
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It is impossible to repeat all this, it will turn out crap.
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You probably won't find another person.
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And do I want to be at the beginning of the path again?
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To know someone so close to open the soul,
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And don't scare, don't push away.
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I destroy everything that I touch,
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And even when you felt that I was moving away
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Just clenched her teeth, let me in
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And I'm already tearing the sail and the current carries everything further.
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I stay to watch you wave to me from the shore.
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I let it leak and will soon go to the bottom.
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I turn off the light in an empty apartment
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Trying to understand how it happened that you are no longer with me.
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I am going back home.
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Why should I live if I lived for you alone?
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I'm looking for my new day
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In fragments of phrases of other people's songs
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She won't forgive me
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Yes, and why?
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I didn't ask
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Hurry up,
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Come and kill
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Me without a knife
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So, at a glance
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I will squint
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I will wash the dishes with my hand,
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I'll fly far from here.
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And music plays in cars passing by
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She always helped out, and now she took my muse
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Perhaps this is a tribute that must be paid
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And every day to remember what you so wanted to forget,
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Fill with whiskey, party with friends in the club
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It's not worth touching, but we won't curse fate
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I'll just get up, get dressed and go
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I will live without the one I love so much.
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Now I'm not waiting for anything, I'm just counting the days
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One by one, I let go like ships.
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We got used to and drowned each other.
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How do you write to me, "Fuck it all, girlfriend!
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It's just that my heart doesn't want to beat anymore
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And I want to disappear when the sun goes down in the evening"
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But I won’t answer this to anyone, and you won’t write.
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I'm just glad to know that somewhere on this planet you breathe.
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I'm looking for my new day
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In fragments of phrases of other people's songs
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She won't forgive me
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Yes, and why?
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I didn't ask
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Hurry up,
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Come and kill
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Me without a knife
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So, at a glance
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I will squint
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I will wash the dishes with my hand,
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I'll fly far from here. |