Мышка - Никогда больше - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Over the past year, there were too many attempts to keep something important, too many first steps and unnecessary words abandoned after. You can make a mistake a hundred times and forgive yourself again, but sometimes it’s enough to get burned once to say to yourself: “Never again.”

Promises, given to oneself, should not be in vain. Take a look around and tell me, is there a lot of what was once the most important thing, worries you today? Are there many people who come to you at any moment, and especially - when you need their presence? Is it with you that who, a few years ago, promised that he would always be nearby?

I hate the word "forever." I considered him a feeling, but it turned out to be just a word. It has nothing to do with eternity, in which we often faithfully believe.

The person who swore to you in eternal love and fidelity says the same thing to another. A friend who was closest to you all the others passes by you, only three steps between you, but already - the size of the abyss.

People leave. They must leave. But those who stayed are really more important than others. You can endlessly carry a person in yourself, but once, having seized the opportunity, you will suddenly understand that you have nothing more to say to him. It is at this moment that everything will go irrevocably.

But, damn it, everyone sometimes wants to reach out and hold.

I also have what I would like to say. But I know for sure: people who have left once should not return again. Even the words that you are full now, someday you will be devastated. And you, having met a familiar face on the street, say nothing and continue to go.

Because it should be so.

You can’t always wear in yourself unproven. It also has a term, like someone's “forever”, heard everywhere.

I still think the days before the long-awaited meeting, collect things and at the same time dance to my favorite music, open the door for those whom I am always glad to see. I have not dinner alone - and this is already enough to be happy. Someone again hugs me by the shoulders, tells me funny jokes, and I laugh and barely stand on my feet from the drunk. I want to leave, I buy a one-way ticket and catch myself thinking that something good is waiting for me there again.

Only one evening an echo from the past returns to me. He tells me: “Try it again, you will not lose anything.” And it begins to seem that it will turn out. And it seems that nothing has gone.

I extend my hand to you and

I lower it.

I lower it and smile at bright sadness, reminding myself:

never again.