найтивыход - капилляры - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Red eyes from small torn capillaries inside, torn big loss outside.

The fingers burned, thought when smoked. From the side, probably poured contour.

And if I can't scroll reversal days, click on the pause, something or someone from there return, then at least the night will give an audience with the past, it is still more.

And if I can't say - you will not understand, I do not want to scream - do not fix anything, then let the silence be sure of me.

Red Eyes, again these capillaries will give me with loss of sympathizer ...

not a word, please, just without a word from them not to hear that the emptiness will be filled and I will become better,

What the day comes - "As before," new doors will open, it is only worth starting, it is worth only to believe ...

An awkward silence is publicly, after mentioning your name, poured back by the walls,

The incomprehensible explosions in the head on the body remain bruises.

And they have all one answer - "will come true,", - traitors!

Silence alone makes me tangent

It sings songs in the rhythm of my chest, but smells like a strawberry, like your lotion, throws a familiar shadow to goosers, as if someone returned to the house.

I just do not understand - how can this pain leave? You lost a person, and he will not return, and four days later, by chance, on the pillow, you find her hair, in the bathroom still a toothbrush, in the phone book number, take a call, just there is no more vote.

So what is the power to fill all this? Or replace ... and what emptiness are speech?

Who said that I was empty that I let go and alone my evening?

Yes, I lost, but no more than a hand in my hand, no one left my head and my heart.

And I can survive an empty palm, the loneliness of the body is not worth the one who melts on the shoulder.

The consolation of the conviction is that life did not end, and it will be warm, and it will be light, only forward to go, worse than any insults, because to smile without the one who has lost - it means to betray it.

And if the time, erasing memory - and there is the most wonderful medicine from pain losses, then I will sell my soul, just to beat him.

Fucking lies that she lives forever, or at least longer than the body, my slightly every hour die without you

And rude phrases in those who do not deserve, her glowing dust stinks.

And the sun, forgive him that she dares to get up without you, and do not think, there, please, so little for the world meant that everything will continue without you.

After all, there is one who is forever dark now, who without you will never wake up as before.

You know, I have never been different by the choice of the beyond ways, I always chose the most ugly toys, fearing that no one would love them besides me.

You know, they can live without you, it means and without me will cost me, but I don't need a place in their new "tomorrow", I will become the one, thanks to which you will never forget ...