Антон Матвеев - Поэма - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There are too many behind us, there are many reasons to think about something high, about which is unshakable and distant,

Behind us are a train, and their peres, we laugh together and weeping, and this poem speaks not otherwise, she tells us about our feelings, who are not otherwise, who sing and do not cry, let's take hands and wrap us up on this night , let's get stuck one day and we will not have reasons to disperse, in different cities, the avenues, so that there is not only the sky above our heads, which we have in common, so that the devil is not a point and not a multi -plate,

And not the rest.

The most important thing is that I have it you. The reason "why" is not to convey, it lies in the color of your hair, in every movement and a word that makes your lips move so nicely. In every word that is not seriously, or in your impeccable taste, or maybe we are just two halves of something in common.

The night, somewhere at the pier, at the pier, everything is as in the film, everything that they dreamed about. We look at the stars, at this sky. We hold hands, and stop dreaming, we dreamed too much, and our dreams are already with us.

I don’t need much, just your sleepy gaze, look at me, laugh, we are happy, this is all I want, all I need.

And I do not want like in films, with a happy ending, I just want to be near, and breathe in unison.

You know on these billboards there are too many show -offs and pathos, they always say that everything will be fine, everything is as it would be necessary,

But is it necessary?

It may be easier to leave everyone together, so that only kilometers remain behind, and only ahead, that we will build ourselves,

But this poem is not a play, this is life with all its colors and heroes, but in my only two and no more,

In my poem there is no place for strangers, in my poem, every bird deserved to fly and every dream to come true.

In my poem there is no place for strangers, because everyone is worthy to love and fall in love.

My poem speaks of the stars who are uncontrollably talking about you,

Stars stuck in your eyes, in every atom of your brown eyes,

And if it seems to you, this is not serious, then I will stop my story,

In your eyes, undoubtedly, they barely. The waves of the seas are noticeable in February.

Fluctuations in a trembling voice, intoxicated by something commonplace,

Have you ever dreamed of heaven, see him in dreams?

But what if I say the sky - in our hands?

Stars stuck in your eyes, in every melody of your words,

In every ridiculous thought, the sound of notes is heard,

In your eyes, undoubtedly, stars stuck, and I see them closing my own,

Indescribable children's dreams that replace our dreams,

In your eyes, undoubtedly, the races were stuck,

In every moment in which with you,

And even when I dream, my dreams are undoubtedly about them,

About the splendor that you do not know on Earth, cosmic this radiance,

Our children's dreams remained, and all our notes that were not revealed.

But I do not need this radiance for happiness for happiness, I just want to sink in your announcements to distract from our problems, and at this moment to understand,

What is it when the wings behind your back just because you are nearby.

What is it to understand that you are loved and you love without words, without pathos,

What it is, to understand what no longer a ship without a sail is