Брэндон Кумарский - Греешь руки - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

sleepless.

blurry, incomprehensible, painfully familiar, but at the same time, an anxious feeling hangs over your head, making it difficult to relax.

a cigarette should save the day. lighting a cigarette, I go out onto the balcony. I already felt something similar. exactly a year ago. and this "something" should not be repeated. Not all scars have healed yet.

autumn.

she has always been of interest.

with its mystique. how many poets opened their souls to her, sitting in an uncomfortable position on a stone in the park. how many feelings she saw, how many heart impulses of crazy romantics .. who knows the secrets of autumn? nobody.

with its beauty, special charm, rare, but such a welcome warmth that you feel through a jacket.

autumn.

I've always been a little afraid of her.

open your eyes in the middle of the night. for some reason, you don’t know. But you feel that something is wrong.

as if some other detail is being added to your conveniently arranged, lined, patched up world in some places. You excitedly jump out of bed, take a stool, remove it from the top shelf (prudently placed there so that no one accidentally breaks it), examine it. everything is intact, everything is in place, it shines, even the auditor would not undermine the nose.

wait, what is that? in the corner?

autumn. sits leaning against the wall and smiles contentedly. and you understand that your world is no longer yours. It has changed. And nothing can be done about it.

autumn.

I hoped she would pass me by.

but autumn does not look for excuses, it just takes and comes. cold rain on your head.

"maybe tomorrow is better?" - no, today

"I'm not ready yet" - it's my own fault

"We can't see each other anymore, I'm sorry" doesn't work. Autumn is everywhere. In the schoolbags of first-graders running past. In an unfinished beer bottle, not a bench. Under the skin. In-all-places-but. And point.

autumn.

I was sure that she came forever.

But this only happens in fairy tales. "You see, I can't stay with you anymore, I need to go. It's not about you, it's just necessary. I'm sorry" and I stood stock still and listened to the receding sound of heels. then he disappeared too.

autumn.

I hated her with every molecule of my body.

hated and tried to forget and erase from everywhere. not to see first-graders, benches. don't look inside yourself. and I even started to get it.

not sleeping.

blurry, incomprehensible, painfully familiar, but at the same time, an anxious feeling hangs over your head, making it difficult to relax.

a cigarette should save the day.

the pack is empty.

Hastily dressed, I go outside and remember that I left one cigarette "just in case." It came in handy. The naughty lighter does not want to work. something gently rests on your head. without looking, I swipe and freeze in place.

in front of me on the ground, infinitely slowly, as if laughing at me, a yellow leaf descends.

autumn...