Лайма - Через год Кот Басё - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In a year, Facebook will remind you of how the tone changed behind the fifth intersection, palms warmed behind the ring, laughter was born, and outside the city you finally disappeared for everyone. At the foot of the mountains they usually played jazz, talked about Don Juan, Judas, Ja, drank coffee, kissed - it tasted bitter in the mouth. We knew what we would see, we could smell it a mile away. Somewhere on the pass they were silent in the thick fog and turned on the distant one, going crazy in the silence, finding songs, putting them on repeat and saving themselves by what the music was saying. Afterwards we saw the shore, its night lights, and learned to believe that we were alone on earth, drank red, ate spicy, went up, accepted any of the naked faiths. In a year we will lose everything and become everything, the great neural network will show us, our routes and addresses will catch up with us. For this reason, it is worth writing from the past. If you get lost, I will help you, throw bread crumbs in the address bar, leave notes in the margins, traces in the words.

In a year, we will use them to emerge from the void.