Bl.A.K. - Я научу играть в любовь
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Пишем письма, на улице холода. Рисуем свою жизнь снова с белого листа. Пройдут года, по венам бежит кровь. Иди ко мне, я научу играть в любовь.
Она видит насквозь, она таит злость, она любит и ждет, но не удалось. просто не срослось, извини, не получилось. Пересеклись - ошиблись.Чувства все разбились. Ты обещала - я обещал...свадьбу, кольцо, детей, но убежал... от реальности зато не убежишь. крутится мир вокруг нас, крутится жизнь. и снова слезы падают на кухонный стол. Ты убиваешь время водной, я займу балкон. Открою окно и буду медленно курить, чтобы забыть реальность, чтобы тебя забыть. Но знаю, что не смогу сделать это. Я обещал тебе солнце, небо, лето. Обещал, что все у нас будет с тобой. Ты убиваешь нервы водкой, я курю в окно.
Пишем письма, на улице холода. Рисуем свою жизнь снова с белого листа. Пройдут года, по венам бежит кровь. Иди ко мне, я научу играть в любовь.
Тусклая осень опять бросалась листьями. А мы опять с ней менялись письмами.. новыми числами. Почему мы не летаем? - писала мне, я понимал, что умирает душа, чуть дыша чувствовал играя, убивали время инхронизируя дыхание . синхронизировал чувствами мертвых душ. Импровизировал моменты разбитых чувств. И если бы не привычка, что бы нас связала, ты пачкаешь жизнь и тебе бывает мало и ты не знала, что это просто переписка. Я не люблю таблетки, а ты не любишь виски. Оттенки мыслей покроют разум твоих... мы в паутине интернета, на крючке чужих. ты на крючке иных. никто не остановит. всего лишь переписка, дешевый анаболик.
Пишем письма, на улице холода. Рисуем свою жизнь снова с белого листа. Пройдут года, по венам бежит кровь. Иди ко мне, я научу играть в любовь.
Медленно таяли снежинки на ладони и было все спокойно на моем районе . я медленно выпускал дым, о чем-то думал. мысли вслух о ней, о том, что дальше будет. мечты. реальные мечты не воплотятся никогда. мысли о ней, как обычно, как всегда. думал, скурил уже пачку за вечер, в глазах мелькают вспышки той долгожданной встречи. Снег на плечи и уже не тает. я ее не знаю больше. она меня не знает. вечерами время медленно течет. протекает жизнь, замерзает словно лед. В глазах холод и сердце медленнее бьет, опять наступит зима, что нас с тобою ждет, что будет впереди и может разлука и скука. виновата не ты, а любовь - сука.
Пишем письма, на улице холода. Рисуем свою жизнь снова с белого листа. Пройдут года, по венам бежит кровь. Иди ко мне, я научу играть в любовь.
Я научу играть в любовь...
We write letters, on the street of the cold. We draw our life again from the white sheet. Years will pass, blood runs through the veins. Come to me, I will teach you how to play love.
She sees through, she is fraught with anger, she loves and waits, but failed. It just did not grow together, I'm sorry, it didn’t work out. Crossed - mistaken. The feelings of everyone crashed. You promised - I promised ... a wedding, a ring, children, but ran away ... You won’t run away from reality. The world around us is spinning, life is spinning. And again tears fall on the kitchen table. You kill the time of water, I will take a balcony. I will open the window and I will slowly smoke to forget reality to forget you. But I know that I can’t do it. I promised you the sun, sky, summer. He promised that everything will be with you. You kill your nerves with vodka, I smoke out the window.
We write letters, on the street of the cold. We draw our life again from the white sheet. Years will pass, blood runs through the veins. Come to me, I will teach you how to play love.
Dull autumn again rushed with leaves. And we again changed with her letters .. New numbers. Why aren't we flying? - I wrote to me, I understood that the soul was dying, breathing a little, playing, killing time inchronizing my breath. synchronized by the feelings of dead souls. Improving the moments of broken feelings. And if it were not for the habit that you would tied us up, you get a dirty life and you are not enough for you and you did not know that it was just a correspondence. I do not like pills, and you do not like whiskey. The shades of thoughts will cover your mind ... We are in the Internet web, on a hook of strangers. You are on the hook of others. No one will stop. Just correspondence, cheap anabolic.
We write letters, on the street of the cold. We draw our life again from the white sheet. Years will pass, blood runs through the veins. Come to me, I will teach you how to play love.
Snowflakes slowly melted in the palm of his hand and everything was calm in my area. I slowly released smoke, thinking about something. Thoughts aloud about her, about what will happen next. Dreams. Real dreams will never be embodied. Thoughts about her, as usual, as always. I thought that I was already smoking a pack in the evening, flashes of that long -awaited meeting flashed in my eyes. Snow on the shoulders and no longer melts. I don't know her anymore. She doesn't know me. In the evenings, time is slowly flowing. Life flows, freezes like ice. In the eyes, cold and heart beats more slowly, winter will come again, that we are waiting for us, what will be ahead and can be separated and boredom. It is not you to blame, but love is a bitch.
We write letters, on the street of the cold. We draw our life again from the white sheet. Years will pass, blood runs through the veins. Come to me, I will teach you how to play love.
I will teach you how to play love ...
She sees through, she is fraught with anger, she loves and waits, but failed. It just did not grow together, I'm sorry, it didn’t work out. Crossed - mistaken. The feelings of everyone crashed. You promised - I promised ... a wedding, a ring, children, but ran away ... You won’t run away from reality. The world around us is spinning, life is spinning. And again tears fall on the kitchen table. You kill the time of water, I will take a balcony. I will open the window and I will slowly smoke to forget reality to forget you. But I know that I can’t do it. I promised you the sun, sky, summer. He promised that everything will be with you. You kill your nerves with vodka, I smoke out the window.
We write letters, on the street of the cold. We draw our life again from the white sheet. Years will pass, blood runs through the veins. Come to me, I will teach you how to play love.
Dull autumn again rushed with leaves. And we again changed with her letters .. New numbers. Why aren't we flying? - I wrote to me, I understood that the soul was dying, breathing a little, playing, killing time inchronizing my breath. synchronized by the feelings of dead souls. Improving the moments of broken feelings. And if it were not for the habit that you would tied us up, you get a dirty life and you are not enough for you and you did not know that it was just a correspondence. I do not like pills, and you do not like whiskey. The shades of thoughts will cover your mind ... We are in the Internet web, on a hook of strangers. You are on the hook of others. No one will stop. Just correspondence, cheap anabolic.
We write letters, on the street of the cold. We draw our life again from the white sheet. Years will pass, blood runs through the veins. Come to me, I will teach you how to play love.
Snowflakes slowly melted in the palm of his hand and everything was calm in my area. I slowly released smoke, thinking about something. Thoughts aloud about her, about what will happen next. Dreams. Real dreams will never be embodied. Thoughts about her, as usual, as always. I thought that I was already smoking a pack in the evening, flashes of that long -awaited meeting flashed in my eyes. Snow on the shoulders and no longer melts. I don't know her anymore. She doesn't know me. In the evenings, time is slowly flowing. Life flows, freezes like ice. In the eyes, cold and heart beats more slowly, winter will come again, that we are waiting for us, what will be ahead and can be separated and boredom. It is not you to blame, but love is a bitch.
We write letters, on the street of the cold. We draw our life again from the white sheet. Years will pass, blood runs through the veins. Come to me, I will teach you how to play love.
I will teach you how to play love ...
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