Славик Суслин - Останься до завтра
текст песни

Verse 1:

slush on the corridors of abandoned buildings
damp in the hearts of people, pain in my mind
life flows quietly and so ridiculous
casts from someone's fate we burn without a trace

I will be honest, everything is different not much
You see on the street, the weather is crying again
her puddles with white foam
blood and love that before fled the veins

dust will be shown between the lines of yesterday
will remain in the paintings with the gouache
live there of course feelings free
Are you tired of endure?

OK. I'll leave all this a little later
While the autumn rain with leaves
knocks on the soul on the asphalt with patch
He does not feel sorry for the torn wounds inside

Chorus:

Listen Stay until tomorrow
You see dark
and on the street rain
Everything washes off without a trace
What happens to me
Not really the same
And unhappy thoughts
Suffered by the wind
Stay until tomorrow
Do not leave
we will not find
What was lost
And as much as possible
There will be no way
There will be only hopes
There will be sorrows

Verse 2:

Will there be sorrows? Of course they will, what to ask
And so everything is already clear
Only those paintings that I wrote and the poems too
I remember now it is already slurred

You run in the rain with a door slam
All that I have to believe at the moment
that I have not gone crazy, but you confirm this fact
And you run faster

In a fist, breaking a pen, and burning all the photos
I look after you, I can't understand something
felts to rain washed away all our feelings,
maybe I'm to blame, in my head with that porridge

carcass cigarette cigarettes standing on the balcony
And I listen to only beeps on my phone
You probably are already at home, you probably cry
that I am such a fool and I can't otherwise

Verse 3:

Sorry please, SMS I write to you
In the message, laying with a new song
You don't answer for a long time and I am sad
Then you write everything super and fall asleep with her

my happiness can not find a limit again
when there is that for whom all this
when there is the person who inspires
who creates something, he certainly knows

There will be a day tomorrow, they promise the sun
but they are lying, I look at the window again
Outside the window, you are already walking along the puddles
And yesterday it was rain, you probably know

that all this is false, jealousy and resentment
that there are gray days, just like those films
where winter goes then in the summer at once
where there is no September, for the thoughts of a person