NEMIGA, ШкольниК, Бау - Дыхание города
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It's so cold here, I'm blue for no reason.
But the city's breath warms us.
This robot, its whisper.
The road is curved by wires.
I turn my head to the left and see a light.
Time flies by for those two in silhouette.
They froze, and, approaching their line,
She asked, "Why do we need all this?"
I looked to the right—dreams were left there
Everything we wanted for ourselves at the very beginning
A long box, hidden from the bustle
I raise my head and see the floors
These buildings, full of lies
Please, let's calm down—I hid all the knives
The whisper of cars is heard outside the window
It's so cold here, melancholy without reason
But the breath of the city warms us
This robot, its whisper
The road is curved by wires
It's so cold here, melancholy without reason
But the breath of the city warms us
This robot, its whisper
The road is curved by wires
And the rain: drip-drip-drip-drip-drip
I scroll through the numbers—to call or not
Maybe you miss me too
Drip-drip, rain, drip-drip
It sobers me—nothing can be brought back
A breath of air
You made it, but I couldn't I could
Burn our little world to the ground
No sleep, soaked through
Just one phone call
To hear your voice
How are you, my angel
But alas, we can't glue this vase back together
Night city, where am I? Lost
Only the bars are open, but the whiskey doesn't warm me anymore
I'm sick, something's smoldering inside
Slowly smoldering
Probably it's my love for you
And the rain: drip-drip-drip-drip-drip
I'm scrolling through numbers - should I call or not
Maybe you miss me too
Drip-drip, rain, drip-drip
I sober up - I deleted your number, I exhale
I have a terrible dream, three nights - and I can't fall asleep
You step outside for a bit to breathe air into your chest
Hey, stop drowning
It will all pass, someday
Love is a bitch, cigarettes, nerves
Alcohol, friends, you extinguish your memory, life is colorless
Trying to erase everything, drown it, and burn it without a trace
But something strangles your neck with a sharp ribbon
After all, in Captivity in someone else's embrace
You often buy back that all this doesn't work
You burn to the ground again in this closed square
Waiting for all this turbidity to pass
It's so cold here, melancholy without reason
But we are warmed by the breath of the city
This robot, its whisper
The road is curved by wires
It's so cold here, melancholy without reason
But we are warmed by the breath of the city
This robot, its whisper
The road is curved by wires
It's so cold here, melancholy without reason
But we are warmed by the breath of the city
This robot, its whisper
The road is curved by wires
It's so cold here, melancholy without reason
But we are warmed by the breath of the city
This robot, its whisper
The road is curved by wires