Андрей Крячков - Счастье в глазах напротив - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

How strangely time changes. For some reason, romantics die in us in people, love and faith in us are in life, feelings and joy die in us, integrity is dying. And instead, rotten and pathetic maximalism appears, cynicism and all this is flavored with bile. That's why so, eh? Over time, it hugging a series of cold walls, we burn ourselves in tons of plaids, we hurt to cocoons, we play other people's roles, we play, we are lying ourselves. But when I bump into a warm fireplace, we do not believe that it is warm that this fire is able to warm the soul that he is not deceptive and alive, and there's fun, that he does not burn and cannot burn, because he is inside the vessel of someone else's soul. And then we are habitually drive from yourself warm and gentle, preferring to mourge and join the blankets. We lose time, sitting behind stupid monitors, reading stupid news feeds, looking through stocking notes. We are sublimating our feelings, turning them into things. We fall, we rush, we do not know what we are doing. Well, how then is happiness? What is it happiness? And happiness, probably, in your reflection, in the eyes, in those eyes, in the eyes of the opposite, on the face with a smile.