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текст песни

In an apartment where the walls are with his whiteness
They will not leave the thinker indifferent,
time spent with you
It is rightfully considered the best.

There the table remembers spilled tea,
And the corridor is fed up with curses.
We quietly forgot how to get bored there,
While the wind stroked the strands.

While the corner touched the tender hand,
the geometry of their even lines,
We were so far there
But it seems we loved.

And the world there was for us two.
Everything else is the fruit of inertia.
And you ... and you are the prototype of all mine
Huge weights on the heart.

I was drunk from your presence
And I wanted to shout from this,
But even cozy people have a flaw,
After all, it is so easy to get used to them.

at a distance now we will continue ourselves
The dialogue is no longer our nights,
After all, you left, leaving as a keepsake
Only the salt of your tears on my shoulder.

and a reflection of our sleepless
Words serve on some wall.
Now I am
Who is lost
You have in the preserved
Remaining
Always
aside.