Гарик Погорелов - Мало
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(Ya)
The soul requires your hysterics
Night whims, unfinished coffee
Demands a pack of unsmoked whitefish on the balcony
And healthier lungs
Lay in bed in the morning
As if there were a couple of profiteroles on the counter
To be the closest to each other
But how do actors change the main roles?
Few
Each other is so short of each other
I feel so little for you
Like unfinished texts
A breath of air in space
I felt like you
Little in kind
I have a cold, save me, I beg you
The second night I had a fever
It may sound trite, but it’s not enough
Your hands are on mine, like your lips are on mine
How cold it is in Bali
Just like HammAli Navai
I miss banal love
Make me drunk with yourself
Stupefy me with your voice, give me warmth in my head
Lead me into the pool and take everything you want
Just stay mine and no one else's
Forever cold
Unattainable, rare person (oooh)
I don't know how else to explain
Why do I miss you so much in this city?
Few
Each other is so short of each other
I feel so little for you
Like unfinished texts
A breath of air in space
I felt like you
Few
Each other is so short of each other
I feel so little for you
Like unfinished texts
A breath of air in space
I felt like you
(Little)
(So little for each other)
(I feel so little for you)
(Like unfinished texts)
(A breath of air in space)
(I felt like you)