Булат - Причина 2
текст песни

Find yourself in a crowd of madmen
Or meet you
And live with every pulse blow
Your hand, live loving.

And then lose everything at once -
Day, night, sleep - in a row,
To lose even something that was not
And what should have been.

Celebrate the New Year in a T -shirt,
What did it give in that very new year
Give brands on postcards,
Sign and not send, as you did.

The tulle is stacked, curtains are inituted.
What is this? Really yourself?
After all, I can cope and, I think, at the time
To argue with you, argue with us.

But there is no dispute
Even a conversation about a dispute -
No conversation
But every day I think more and more
What is soon
The shores of our sea are drawn closer.

Let them talk about time
And about its healing properties,
Change, everything will be forgotten, they say
But the years passed, but I did not forget anything.

There are still two sets for the table -
Breakfast is together.
And in flowers for the eighth of March, the whole house,
And stand for a long time - do not wither, only

I can't fall asleep that night,
I listen to the noise of the city, the noise of the wind.
I got up, checked the mail,
He smoked, measured the apartment with their steps.

There are still two sets on the table,
Still tulipers in vases,
Only here we are not there,
We are near, but not there ...