слепой эстет - не пускай корни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do not let the roots in what after which you can’t get out of.

The choice, of course, is not great, but you don’t give up your hands.

Be bolder, throw any business for a moment, but for a long time.

And do not care that the lines written by the cold hands will not pass in your consciousness the halls.

Look at the world with eyes full of tears.

The caught blurry silhouette of each person of this city.

You can’t get into the company of those who are deprived of attention,

You only shine under the maple, as you wanted, to the grave.

How many bodies have you visited in your intragene bed?

"From" and "to" list everyone.

Please ...

By the way, only one visited mine and continues to arrive,

And I honestly do not know how to save myself from this ...

While the fingers are thin something between the strings fingers,

I try to catch the rhythm of your heartbeat.

On a dusty windowsill, I build cities mentally ...

Only two cities,

Six boundaries in the form of belts are dividing everything.

These are two galaxies without a chance for satellites in contact ...

Stand in front of the mirror.

Touch reflections.

Feel?

And this will not happen to me.

Put on repetition, be so kind, friend, these words:

Do not let the roots in what after which you can’t get out of.

Follow the goal of choosing.

Learn better about the object that you will be abandoned or abandoned,

After whom the mood rushes into decay.

With whom do not collect seedlings in the built garden ...

After whom all life will transform into a garden.

And remember that the most secret is always given to the "blind spot",

Therefore, it is destined not to break through the necessary one,

And to each of your next "meaning of life" to stain the same life with something.

The memory of what was, about what will happen again.

The fact that you do not cross this busy auto track even through the air.

The fact that you cannot find yourself in a person, where you see yourself only in the reflection of the pupils.

Away from the mechanism by which normal people live.

As in the book it was written:

"It's scary to live among psychos and be afraid that you are one of them."

Excuse me, I transformed a little line, but ...

Just sorry ...

Spended simply hope for finding the right person ...

What does all this lead to?

Yes, to what you find, but for that person you are not what he is for you ...

This is all closed in my head.

About the depths of the realization that I will never sincerely love anyone to be silent at all, otherwise the verse will stretch on the book,

And today, on the schedule of the monotonous, I am also unfortunately to kiss my hands ...

Stock up the imagination of a loved one gently.

Understand that this will end at the end of the film somewhere ...

What will be broken someday strengthened by words building a common.

She can’t stand for so long under the onslaught of mood changes and speakers from cold to heat,

How not to live my body in this body ...

In this object to which either I will give sweet pain,

Or after the next consumption, separately, kill yourself slowly bitter.

Do not let the roots in what after which you can’t get out of.

Do not rush at your feet just because you think you will not be mistaken this time.

A stream of gray auto tracks will demolish you again and again ...

But be kind, do not remain one of the seven -billiard herd.