Flaer Smin - Больше Не Гаснет Свет
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Глаза всё ищут чей-то образ среди прохожих.
Руки трясутся каждый раз, листая в слезах фото.
И помнит память голос тот, привычный и знакомый.
Силуэт женщины, уходящий из детдома.
Во что ты превратилась, на что ты променяла.
Искала хоть меня, словом добрым вспоминала.
Запросто украла детство, бросив на произвол.
Стала мне врагом, твой друг - алкоголь.
Пленка кассеты крутит днями Ласковый Май.
Под них я забывалась, хотелось убежать.
Из этих серых стен, от монотонных ритмов жизни.
Но кому я там нужна, за обложкой своей книги.
Всем стало всё равно, делили поровну.
Кусочки хлеба в голод мы, снег согревал по холоду.
И никому детские доводы не западали в душу.
Про то, что жить хотим как те, кто смеется снаружи.
В сердце запала сцена, как в 2000 весной.
Приходили муж с женой за своей давней мечтой.
Иметь приемного ребенка, Бог обделил своими.
И глаза сверкали их, когда они с ним уходили.
Так проходили дни, осень казалась длинной.
Я становилась грустной, нервной, безразличной.
Меньше ребята интересовали и игрушки.
А за окном всё рушили, сны терзали ночью душу.
Тебе б меня понять, прожить одни хоть сутки.
Как будто заключенный, под контролем моешь руки.
Чтоб не сойти со скуки, носились в коридорах.
Но воспитатели кричали, заводили в комнаты.
А время взяло своё, услышал Бог молитвы.
Я помню, как они мне подарили перспективы.
И будто серый фильм, всё остальное кроме.
Я зачеркну, как страшный сон, воспоминанья о детдоме.
Больше не гаснет свет в моём тоннеле, нет.
Больше не держит груз павших тех детских лет.
Душа хочет понять одно, за что всё было это.
И если ты ко мне придёшь, для меня тебя нету.
Больше не гаснет свет в моём тоннеле, нет.
Больше не держит груз павших тех детских лет.
Душа хочет понять одно, за что всё было это.
И если ты ко мне придёшь, для меня тебя нету.
Пусть будет сложно жить за этой слепой стеной.
Придет момент, когда сведет судьба меня с тобой.
Я постараюсь уловить в глазах капли сожаленья.
Но назову я мамой ту, кто полюбил всем сердцем.
Eyes are all looking for someone's image among passers-by.
Hands shake each time, leafing through the tears of the photo.
And he remembers the memory of the voice that is familiar and familiar.
The silhouette of a woman leaving the orphanage.
What have you turned into, for which you exchanged.
I was looking for me at least, I remembered good in a word.
She easily stole her childhood, quitting to their own.
I became an enemy to me, your friend is alcohol.
Cassethe film twists a gentle May for days.
I was forgotten under them, I wanted to run away.
Of these gray walls, from monotonous rhythms of life.
But who needs me there, behind the cover of his book.
Everyone did not care, they were divided equally.
Pieces of bread in hunger, we warm the snow through the cold.
And children's arguments did not fall into the soul.
About the fact that we want to live like those who laugh outside.
The scene sunk in the heart, as in 2000 in the spring.
A husband and wife came for his old dream.
To have an adopted child, God deprived His.
And their eyes sparkled when they left with him.
So the days passed, the fall seemed long.
I became sad, nervous, indifferent.
Less guys were interested in toys.
And outside the window, everything was destroyed, dreams tormented the soul at night.
You would have to understand me, to live only for a day.
As if a prisoner, you wash your hands under control.
In order not to get out of boredom, they rushed in the corridors.
But the educators shouted, turned into the rooms.
And time took his own, the god of prayer heard.
I remember how they gave me prospects.
And like a gray film, everything else except.
I will cross out, like a nightmare, memories of the orphanage.
The light in my tunnel will no longer go out, no.
No longer holds the load of those childhood years.
The soul wants to understand one thing, for which everything was.
And if you come to me, you are not for me.
The light in my tunnel will no longer go out, no.
No longer holds the load of those childhood years.
The soul wants to understand one thing, for which everything was.
And if you come to me, you are not for me.
It will be difficult to live behind this blind wall.
The moment will come when the fate of me is with you.
I will try to catch a rush of regret in my eyes.
But I will call my mother the one who fell in love with all my heart.
Hands shake each time, leafing through the tears of the photo.
And he remembers the memory of the voice that is familiar and familiar.
The silhouette of a woman leaving the orphanage.
What have you turned into, for which you exchanged.
I was looking for me at least, I remembered good in a word.
She easily stole her childhood, quitting to their own.
I became an enemy to me, your friend is alcohol.
Cassethe film twists a gentle May for days.
I was forgotten under them, I wanted to run away.
Of these gray walls, from monotonous rhythms of life.
But who needs me there, behind the cover of his book.
Everyone did not care, they were divided equally.
Pieces of bread in hunger, we warm the snow through the cold.
And children's arguments did not fall into the soul.
About the fact that we want to live like those who laugh outside.
The scene sunk in the heart, as in 2000 in the spring.
A husband and wife came for his old dream.
To have an adopted child, God deprived His.
And their eyes sparkled when they left with him.
So the days passed, the fall seemed long.
I became sad, nervous, indifferent.
Less guys were interested in toys.
And outside the window, everything was destroyed, dreams tormented the soul at night.
You would have to understand me, to live only for a day.
As if a prisoner, you wash your hands under control.
In order not to get out of boredom, they rushed in the corridors.
But the educators shouted, turned into the rooms.
And time took his own, the god of prayer heard.
I remember how they gave me prospects.
And like a gray film, everything else except.
I will cross out, like a nightmare, memories of the orphanage.
The light in my tunnel will no longer go out, no.
No longer holds the load of those childhood years.
The soul wants to understand one thing, for which everything was.
And if you come to me, you are not for me.
The light in my tunnel will no longer go out, no.
No longer holds the load of those childhood years.
The soul wants to understand one thing, for which everything was.
And if you come to me, you are not for me.
It will be difficult to live behind this blind wall.
The moment will come when the fate of me is with you.
I will try to catch a rush of regret in my eyes.
But I will call my mother the one who fell in love with all my heart.
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