viksler - грустная песня про любовь
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All the cigarettes on this balcony
I will dedicate to you
You're a stranger, like that torn photo in the kitchen
And how snowy St. Petersburg is in February
The taste of Chapman is like a hole in my room.
Balcony at five in the morning and strange pain
Pills won't help, I lose myself in irony
Let it be so, this is my role
Apathy
Powerlessness
Life in pieces without a name
All the nights are too long
To fall asleep easily
All the feelings
Too different
I hide stories in posts
About them
Well, why are you quiet?
You're calling me drunk again
I survive on a bed by the edge
I won’t answer you, because I’m not sick
I look sadly at the ceiling unconscious
The night highway is no longer on fire
So what?
So what?
The glass reflects all the pain of the car
I haven't given a damn for a long time
And even more so for you
Apathy
Powerlessness
Life in pieces without a name
All the nights are too long
To fall asleep easily
All the feelings
Too different
I hide stories in posts
About them
Well, why are you quiet?
Give me at least one more day
When I won't dream of you
I want to break out like a bird and fly into the sun
But without wings I sit still in the dark
I write stories about useless feelings
Even though I know that you are no longer around
And I'm still sad
Still sad
Fills the hole
Cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke
Cigarette smoke