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You seem to be nearby, but with your back
to me,
I catch you with a look - you face
to Wall...
Everything, for now, is not to talk and
Disputes.
We would be crowded on one
planet,
And thousands of songs I would like to sing
you ...
Maybe somewhere there are a happy
end history ...

Ten minutes ago, everything was
another:
The sun illuminated
Unsputed doors
Balocon.
Just ten minutes, and
everything seems to be as before
Except for two cut and
broken wings of hope.
Words are just a sound, he
does not mean anything
For those who say: "trifle",
But he thinks differently
And if you dig up deeper all
The nature of the scandal -
I don’t know what you found in
him, and what she lost.
And the city is still dusting,
Sirens howls.
I understand that breaking much
easier than building.
All the same dreams, all the same
The most people
And every rustle and sound - in me in
The soul in one gulp of guns.
The sound was dispersed at the seams,
cracked with a fragment,
Oncoming views of people,
needles, needles, needles ...
And yet I will smile if you are so
easier,
And instead of the phrase "goodbye" I will say
Me: "See you earlier."

You seem to be nearby, but with your back
to me,
I catch you with a look - you face
to Wall...
Everything, for now, is not to talk and
Disputes.
We would be crowded on one
planet,
And thousands of songs I would like to sing
you ...
There is no at a dead end with a happy
end stories ...
You can't share the air in half
A little bit more...
Looks after, dropping the stars,
us
Old Milky Way ...

Maybe I'm wrong, be
Maybe it was necessary
Restrain and creak,
be silent, to endure what was
strength ...
Just the word "no".
Only a swing with a hand -
I understand that to be silent and
There is no doubt.
One or two - no difference
How to slap on puddles ...
And I need you, but I know that
You don't need me ...
And indifference cannot
drown out our souls,
We dug in one sixth
parts of sushi ...

You can't share the air in half
A little bit more...
Looks after, dropping the stars,
us
Old Milky Way ...
You seem to be nearby, but with your back
to me,
I catch you with a look - you face
to Wall...
Everything, for now, is not to talk and
Disputes.
We would be crowded on one
planet,
And thousands of songs I would like to sing
you ...
Maybe somewhere there are a happy
end history ...

You can't share the air in half
A little bit more...
Looks after, dropping the stars,
us
Old Milky Way ...
You can't share the air in half
A little bit more...
Looks after, dropping the stars,
us
Old Milky Way ...

See you soon...