Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Старая Проза. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

People lose each other and forget about everything.

Life is short and fleeting. We need to do something nice for the world. But do others need this?

On the contrary, many chew their lips and cut their hands and do nothing to do anything good in this world. They just don't want to.

Pain lets us know that we are alive. We are fighting in some kind of labyrinth. We run, stumbling over the steps and can’t get out of the closed puzzle. We scream. We tear the chest until it bleeds to get the soul and leave it where it will be better. So that she doesn't suffer. What would be easier. But this rarely works. Rarely does anything work out.

People abandon each other with their last breath. People are getting lost. Many. It is very difficult to find meaning for them. It is very difficult to realize something and find what they need. Many people left their hearts on a table in the depths of the labyrinth and for a long time they cannot return this “important” thing. People are deceitful, and sometimes they are sincere. Sometimes they are angry, sometimes they are happy. We are all different, but you can’t cling to every negative thing in a person. You need to accept people as they are. Doesn't matter.

I am left alone again and don’t know where to run next. The past clings to my back with hooks and won’t let go. And I'm trying to escape. I'm trying. But nothing works.

I drink another coffee in my bed and understand that nothing can be changed. I often stand on the balcony and look at the sky. But I really would like to be there. Feel the coolness of the clouds. Bask in the sun or get wet in the rain. I would like to change everything for the better, but I don’t know what to do. I'm at a dead end. I would really like to forget all the grievances and start life from scratch, but how to do this?

Maybe we should just wait? See what happens next. Just turn a blind eye once again to what makes me sad.

I decided that I would give a damn about everything. To study. To your health. On friends. And I'll just be alone. I will find myself within myself and live peacefully. Without any fuss.

The sky was so bright today. It was so beautiful. And it’s very cool to watch how the day fades away in that firmament. Seeing how the sun dies and the moon is reborn. See everything with your own eyes and just start smiling. Smile at the beauty of this world, even though it is cruel.

It's calmer at the top, it's better at the top. The earth protects us, and the sky preserves us. It has always been this way and will remain so to this day.

I love watching things die. I love to see something burning brightly, like fire. Like the sky that takes away what is most valuable from me. My favorite. Irreversible again.

Heaven, how can I reach you? How can I become your friend? How?

I’m probably talking nonsense again, many will say so, but you just don’t delve into my words. You don't see the truth. And I would like you to create fewer illusions and see the truth, even though it is deep underground. And I will dig it up for you. I will reach the very core of the earth and with my deified hands I will give you sensuality. Don't be so cold. Be warmer. It’s so nice when another person feels otherworldly warmth. This is simply wonderful. I would like it that way. For real. But it’s probably not destined. That's why I stay at the edge of the sky and wait for the clouds to start falling on my head with a roar. That's why I stand in the sky and wait for the sun to rise again. And then I will understand what this “warmth” means.