Мария Снегирёва - Я скучаю по тебе... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In a dream...

Longing for a person suddenly falls apart suddenly, along with tears, along with a sense of need to press to his chest, and if this person is not nearby, it becomes unbearably painful. Here ... in the heart, and the throat is also compressed so as not to give out this very pain, fighting with an uninvited sense of loneliness. Everything seems to go as it should be day after day, you get used to the fact that someone is present in your life just a little bit, very little. You get used to short meetings, you get used to the routine of these very meetings. It is even strange that you can get bored so for the presence of someone nearby. According to the look, smile, by embrace, by voice, in gestures, breathing. A lump of tears tries to break out, which you are so hard to hide deeper. "Never!" - You say to yourself. “What nonsense, this cannot be, everything is fine, everything is still ...” But there is nothing else, the rhythm of your pulse has been violated, you can no longer fight your steel nature “I don’t care.” No longer the same. This very day comes when you wake up and understand: "I will suffocate, I can’t do it anymore." It is difficult to keep the brand and constantly try on masks - today is laughter, tomorrow amazement, the day after tomorrow is the most notorious "I don't care." The mask flies along with the first rays of the sun and a familiar melody, which suddenly for some reason and for something began to play on the radio on this day. And then, instead of open the window and let the air in the morning, you close it with heavy curtains, burrow your head under the blanket and plug your ears. So the longing rolled up, which is impossible to drive away more, destroying itself under the rubble of work twenty -four hours a day, if only not to remember, it is impossible to try to joke - it does not help ... it no longer helps. It is impossible to speak with friends-because they need to be listened to and say something in response. I want to be silent, and sometimes shouting on a star night very loudly: “I miss you! I ... miss ... for you, hear?! " You miss a person, even if he is not only a couple of days ... And to be heard and understood, it becomes a little more painful, it is unbearably painful that it will be impossible to make a sigh, which will not follow. The worst thing is longing for someone, according to someone who you need in order to breathe ... breathe further ...

© Maria Snegireva