Обстоятельства мышлений - Снег над Ленинградом
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I would write this song to your words
I would sing it to your chords
I often compare our voices
Only some moments are erased
And in those moments that you will leave me
I will find clear passages of truth
I don’t even think: what is the way to change?
I rely strictly on the circumstances of thoughts
Who judges?A couple of vessels are broken on the floor
Hysterical, face in tears, half-set table
Resin content, smoke concentration in the balcony
Comas in the throat, salt in the wounds - and all in one bottle
Back in dragon tattoo - look in the teeth, horses
Probably waited until the fresh wilt had gone away
And for a year in pursuit in the shoulder straps I did not see the truth
But my blind faith has become a terrible mysticism
The whistling of the kettle in the kitchen, ma***** leaves
It looks like ordinary tea, but it’s charged with quick
I listen every time, my throat is full
And before my eyes - the same gloomy face
They lived obediently: their orders - with impunity
Seems like stupid excuses for myself.Gazelles, vases
We were passing by to celebrate something
It would be nice if there was snow, but it’s too dirty
I would write this song to your words
I would sing it to your chords
I often compare our voices
Only some moments are erased
And in those moments that you will leave me
I will find clear passages of truth
I don’t even think: what is the way to change?
I rely strictly on the circumstances of thoughts
Maybe it will be something similar
It's no good saying that we're worthless
We grow old at times, our conscience still gnaws
Let's talk about spring later
My thoughts are unfrozen
In these days of heat I will find a shady bed
I'll take my time and eat my ice cream.
Cold water will be a plus for me too
Drops of sweat on the skin
Better than cold rain they will pass over passers-by
Looks like the sun will be around for a long time - let's summarize
That flying between months is not possible
Just like this snow in my hallway
And which one will you choose from your paths?
Hardly the one in the Leningrad cold
You don't need this snow
There will be heavy rain or large hail
My snow is over my Leningrad
There will be heavy rain or large hail
My snow is over my Leningrad
There will be heavy rain or large hail
My snow is over my Leningrad
There will be heavy rain or large hail
My snow is over my Leningrad
There are a lot of gradations - there is very little trust
All that remains: rhymes are not too late
The battle under the melted snow does not feel the wind at all
Wherever you are summer
A tired traveler on a bench holding a newspaper
Sipping on a pipe, smoke a meter away
A corner of a napkin is sticking out of a pocket.
He takes out a photo from there, and there’s a coquette on it.
I looked and threw it behind my back like a coin.
When I came closer, I didn’t find him in the gazebo
It might have seemed like a candy label
No, I'm wrong - this is a photo of that brunette