Kresh - Белая птица
текст песни

Going to the very last flight
I want to say so far, but something interferes
I went through a whole month and as you said
For unknown reasons, I want to wait for you

You flew far away, on your two
Battered my world, which raised inside the riot
And subsided, probably passed about three years
As always alone, and even grouse does not sway my pond

Nadezhda fades, so this is no more than a habit
On the road of the Kagnaka, thoughts waterfall
Your images went out as if matches
It could not go out otherwise, but something is wrong with me

Here is the turnover, but not what I miss, but why was it
Fucking this lodge heart and fly away
No, I was not drank, but for a couple of months I definitely sad
Good wind in the cold spring, reassured me

I no longer dream of a white bird
She flew south so, forget everything
In vain I believed that she would come back
She was not there today and tomorrow (2)

The soul is tired of scars to all places
Among the diamonds of these stars, I dull opal
And where is the same, with dreams a well of desires
In which the seekers of happiness trampled the road all

I never understand the rules, and these games
What kind of person to live in dense nodes of intrigue
I was forgotten, you are in the south, everyone is fine
But with thoughts about you, the stomach is somehow colitis

Sorry for all these scenes that were
Probably young, my wings ruined
For me my life was an eternal vacation
But everything has changed my head drooped

These letters and fragments, now everything is the box
After all, my mind drove my life like a swamp
I'm tired of hiding behind a tight disguise
Tired of the endless turn of the American hill

I no longer dream of a white bird
She flew south so, forget everything
In vain I believed that she would come back
She was not there today and tomorrow (2)

Day, week, month, someone is furious
But I don't care, the same, an outrage in the non -disabilities
And it doesn't matter who you have to go next
I will not regret, because what is, they love like that

Estimate I began to write a rep and found colleagues
Threw out the old segu, became measured and excellent
I celebrate every new parish of spring
Your image has long been forgotten in me, as if the fruit was rotten

The cycle of deception and sadness frozen in pain
Salt is like sand from quartz, tears with the sea Barents
Full of a house of photos settled by dust
Threw it and forgot, forgot again, again in my throat smoke

Glasses to the bottom where you are interesting now
Although why again I am back to this stupid farce
You have your own fate, I have my own ceiling
The stronghold of thoughts in which, memories of idle cartridges

I no longer dream of a white bird
She flew south so, forget everything
In vain I believed that she would come back
She was not there today and tomorrow (2)

There should be a conclusion to each text
It remains as before, everything is like in the fog
A private cat grinds my heart, cute
The heart whines, knocks in the ribs, like a bomb with a Trotil

The wind whispers from the balcony, wants to break the will
But not to shake it nothing more than solo
Just the story of one crazy mind
Probably for boring evenings, fate was punished

Phrases to phrases, sky without a couple, I'm just like it
I am a non -loved black cat
The morning was gray, the sunset was picked, and I with it
Which in front of the entrance without meaning days

What is missing, why do I dream
White bird knocking in my window
And whispers, fly south, forget me, everything is here
Nonsense and let him not get confused among wild feelings