Новая история...и снова дождь. - Жизнь-сложная игра. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Author Inna Alifonova. From the collection "Dream Melancholic"

Rain ... Lean your finger to the glass. Sad .. Modoon .. Leruter slowly carries the pages of our incomprehensible story ... You, the main character who changed my familiar life in a short time, the one before which I showed my weakness, changed the events of my life for meetings with you ... And I After all, I don't even know anything about you ... But for some reason I really wanted to take care of you ... Conduct more time with you ... Chatting the nights. Nights .. Honey, drink tea and look at you with a mony For me ... nice, cute, interesting ... because of my dreams I did not notice the main thing .. - you are cold to me, I'm not the one he was looking for. You represented me another .... And I thought that we had a relationship that everything was serious ... But it was still obvious .. And I was blinded ... You dig in me, you know something ... no confidence. .. in mind, I'm so frivolous, windy and sometimes behave like a child .. how much is a lot ... I know .. this is my drawback ... I can't talk in any way .. I can ... I can ... Need a man! He is just necessary for me, although I resist and try not to let anyone in my life .. But sometimes it happens .. And then I am suffering ... I said that I don't want to change anything! I told me that I was alone! I said that happy! You remember these words ...! I came up with it all! I came up with that I was well alone! She believed in it and lived calmly in his rich life, in which there was not a single free minute for the thoughts about men .. and here .... you! And I realized that I want to let you in my life ...! I saw a man-strong, charming, interesting thing ... I was drawn to you ... And I gave up ... And you ... you disappeared ....! Rain ... This is my heart sheds tears ... The wind spoke my head ... and thoughts confused ... and incomprehensible something happens ... Weakness is a lack of heart, the heart is a slaughter for loved ones, In loved ones: in your favorite things, corners, walls, windows, eyes .... I take off the finger from the glass .. and the connection was interrupted .... loneliness ... I clearly feel that with every moment I am getting less and less, and now Already remained half of me. In search of the second, I lay down on the sofa and pressed to the warmth of fortune ... "Does he know? ..." I thought ... "What does he lose? ... he thinks about me? .." "Does it understand He, that .... She warms, she will not grumble, she loves at any time of the day, at any ailment of the night .... "....... But you don't need it .... too, everything is simple and Available ... and .. yes ... she is not like everyone else ... and something in it is missing .... and I did not understand what is wrong with me ... or with you that That's wrong ... Life ... A difficult game ... And I can't pass the level of "relationship" ... I need a hacker who hacaves my life and sets new rules ... Changes this scenario and will make it Many bright unforgettable emotions ... and you can become ... if you believe in me .. you will like it ... And I will become happy again.

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I am just a writer, artist, poet ... Creative non-standard personality ... I am inventing stories with real people and believe in the invented beautiful plot .. But it's just a story ... they do not warm ... In the end, people turn In my own paints themselves and wash off the paints of my works ... And the world around becomes gray and boring .. I shed rain ... Then I take the brushes again, paint the world, invent new stories ... And why am I so ... Why am I I live like everything ...