kommunikaция - в каждой хорошей песне
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Moved to another metropolis, I feel good because you will not say anymore,
What did you hurt somewhere and you feel something but.
Everything is fine with me, I am not alone, with me a diff, dark goat, Essa, a garage.
It doesn’t matter that people will leave because they did not understand.

I am ashamed of everything I caused, ashamed for everything that I did not have time.
I am ashamed for the fact that this result is the only thing that became possible.
Above the courtyard, the snow -white snowfield is circling.
I hope that you will not freeze, that you can withstand everything and continue.

I would like to tell you a lot/ I'm sorry, I sometimes see how you go in a taxi.
With some kind of absorption, one does not know what to do
With this life that it began to crush too much.
I want you to be happy, not with me, no. But somewhere.

Lonely people in the salons of trolleybuses, crowds in subway cars,
Consisting of the lonely are the same - deceived, with pain huddled inward.
I can't help them. I am a catastrophe myself.
But I chose one here for whom I was ready for anything. More precisely, one.

I could not do it. I did not make it in time. I did not take it out. I screwed up. Sorry.
Horses are running into the carousel, so funny, in a circle.
I'm too bad to be real, happy, and nearby,
But let you remain a symbol for me
- The fact that everyone is looking for each other.

I know that you are not alone. I know we better not see.
What will I tell you, what can I do, how to explain and fix.
I am still the same guy with problems, surviving the suicide.
Which awaits around the corner, with a cold knife October.

I wanted to be good and that no one suffers. Especially because of me.
But for each of these steps, we will pay a prick of daggers along the feet.
We are guilty that we want to be likely, or I do not have time to understand,
Why turned into piercing pain - my every act.

You can see you need to go to the end. To the limit, to death, spite.
Nothing without clinging, do not wait for gratitude ... and without a tear.
And you remember: there was not enough for feelings, neither actions nor words to me.
You see the sun wind in the polar sky draws patterns ...
So, you are more beautiful.

Now I am constantly passing that house, to say that I am sorry - to say nothing.
You go through an endless blizzard, according to the planet whose name is winter.
I wage war with thoughts that they appear on the machine and pull back.
I want to stop this battle, I want to send pain to the hell.

I broke. And again, the machine will shoot any of me, and any of it,
Any of his love and good and at least something that will be stable
The new day, the new I, shouts again, wakes up: rise!
But I see through a dream these windows that shine in a polar night.

You love light and warmth so much. For me, becoming a synonym for words:
"Love", "light" and "heat".
Forever, how old we have not been rooted.
You wander completely alone, past five -story buildings dug into the ice.
And you are unlikely to understand how much I do not want you this.

I remember every moment you can sink and fall in this.
And you can leave only loving, which, in fact, I did.
A thunderstorm over the Gulf of Finland and my soul became carrion.
There is nothing more stupid what can be said, but I will say: forgive me, I did not want to.

Everyone wants to find a way. Everyone wants to find a house for themselves.
Everyone wants to love, be loved and wants to be happy.
Just know that I wish you only the best, I pay and remember.
And that in every good song you need to say goodbye.