Анна Кулик - Часы стоят - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Time was treating, hoping to sew the wounds with hope, again by the catheter, letting happiness into the soul. Only, apparently, the patient is hopeless. You need someone's presence on the other side of the screen. To hold his hand, counted his eyelashes, silently looked at the stars and smiled. So that one day at midnight I stayed out loud to me to read poetry and leaf through the pages. So that the moon rushes to us with a stream of light, having built a bridge of fragile “maybe” ... The time hoped: “Soon it will forget.” "It is incurable," - the diagnosis of summer.

The time tried to save. Codilo from the wound of poison. It was quietly to say: “You will get what you will make ... only, please, don’t turn back ... just don’t fall ... You lose yourself ...” I made you a loving look.

You grinned inaudibly:

-Dar, you know ... Time is tired of us. The clock is standing.

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