Объятиясознания - диспетчер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Dispatcher, answer.

It’s cold on my companion.

Dispatcher, let me go to the point on this damn planet, where it will freeze now.

I will burn myself with a fall from zero gravity to warm it.

I can only finish and fly to her.

I do not know what to do.

Who to wait.

How to warm yourself here.

It presses the bones with cold.

It is no longer so painful.

I don’t really want anything.

The only thing:

I want to you.

Yes, I know that it has already bored.

Sorry.

Just write about what you really want, easier,

How to write about different things, but only when the liver collapses.

Let the meeting take place.

But we both understand: "Nothing forever."

The chance of a lifelong time is small,

And it is unlikely that he will fall on our daily expectation list.

Too many words written.

They are all to you ...

I am already building your picture using each spent rod, but there is not enough for me, unfortunately.

The intravenous tightening embraces me stronger and stronger.

Behind the eye socket from the tears of burning ...

"And maybe there is enough to succumb to emotions, you are a miserable creation?!":

For the hundredth time, consciousness shouts at me, but I myself am aware of his rightness, but I can’t stop, thinking about "her" ...

I think it’s almost constantly.

And this is a camp for me. No. Not a joke. Not irony.

Yes Yes. Suffering. Agony. Pain. Self -destruction.

Self -dying ...

Endless "open injuries" by coincidence.

In terms of life, a strict one of the birthday is restricted ...

But this is if a miserable diligence will not help approaching a meeting with "her".

If I can’t jump from zero gravity to the map point where the distance ends to “happiness”.

I will not omit the hands of NIC.

I really save me lines, leaving scars.

Moral suicide.

A bird devoid of wings, which is not able to go into a nest where there is one with which he could grab a craving for life.

Oxygen drops.

Call an anesthesia expert.

Let the dose to the blue to forget what the desire is.

Roll all the blood from the body.

Yes, those last drops that added contrast to a monotonous life.

Dispatcher.

You've gone?

Dispatcher, give her news of the unrealizable plans for the evening.

Pass the bright colors to your beloved life.

Submit about the unrealistic viewing of the film.

Where they would be warmed up with a hug and a bottle of red.

Say about the unfulfilled "beautiful".

And do not forget to mention the lines written in the storm of the tantrum of the passionate, which are written to her.

The fact that it is in the folder that she is sealed.

Removed, but restored again ...

Thanks a lot.

Now you can and overlap Klapons my heart doses boldly.

The body cooled, but I wrote to her so often: that this is not her business ...

It is no longer so important.

done.

It will not be very sorry.

After all, the memory of me will fly by

How this song in the depths of your consciousness flew.