найтивыход - о с е н ь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

hi, I don't know how to love.

my possibilities are almost limitless, but who would tell me how to use it.

I am drawn, I am dried dry.

someone is happy with another person, and someone finds himself in the palms of his hands,

and someone sits alone all the time, doesn’t believe a single word.

Hello, I don’t know how not to love.

but I will easily hurt you. there is no point in my efforts to become better, as you say, let's wait another year.

we are cut from someone's heart, which is kept deeper, behind a jacket, there is no point in my efforts,

and when it happens, it’s eerie, trams running after the tracks, the sun can be seen from the window, but still it’s not shining.

I don’t know how to love you, we are homeless children in this city. in search of a home, a shelter for my loved one, but I can’t even see myself anymore.

I’m surrounded by a line on the asphalt, it’s strange, we seem to have died, but somehow we’re still breathing. I don’t know how to love, although I tried, I lay there, hugged the windowsill,

there are marks on my neck from love beatings, look for me in newspaper reports and obituaries, look for me somewhere in the gray past, although it was warmer in winter,

than in the summer, I don’t know how to love, you know, and I’m smoldering every day like a cigarette. or maybe everything will change soon, we’ll tear off the covers that cover our faces, factories flash with noise outside the window,

The brushes are painted on the milestones with pain, the colors are fading, the lips are chapped, the gaze is directed to the sky.

What a pity that I don’t know how to love and this is my last autumn.

I don’t know how to love, but I try, hope dies last, you know. albeit with someone else, but I’m glad that you’re happy, the main thing is not to die.

you'll find me on page one, and maybe you'll remember something. Memories burn memory, and traces of the fate of beatings will heal.

the main thing is to be and not to doubt. I don’t know how to love, but no one gives a fuck, in my efforts to be honest, I’m superfluous, right? I feel bad.

I am third from the right from above, and instead of you there is now emptiness. I wrote other things, I remember, as if I had forgotten about love and honor. No matter how far we are now, we will still be together in our dreams.

Under alcohol, I eat the SIM card on which your phone number is recorded so that I can hear a call that will never come from you.