Юлия З. - Не прислоняться - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Okay, okay .. we are from those, apparently, to whom they are no longer in a hurry to help, Chip and Dale.

But the promised "do not pop up"

For some reason, not at all durable ..

They take new landmarks, and now: "I, probably, are not in the suit, Your Highness"

But they send vulnerable letters,

On your Imail.

And he lives with a "driving" roof, a little worse than if, all in the way. But nothing is needed, not calls, not stingy news.

You have such a talent for ranging, even up to the bones.

I still have somewhere, but you have nothing to do with it.

Your personal euthanasia, let it be so. Throwing his heart, in an empty pocket, continuing his thorny path ... Remembering that I am Kara, your "spiritual mercury"

You did not take into account one thing that the war is in other people's heads. And do not about the fact that there is someone who tamed.

You are not a little prince, from the novel by Exupery. You are one of those who knew how to destroy without touching, but from the inside. And perhaps I went crazy, I never visited. Do not hold April already past, be so sweet. Even if you leave where the warmth is, but there is no love. You are one of those who leave, and will no longer turn off the light. I am one of those who do not have a council for you, not strength.

Okay, okay ... We will not be talking about what you lived, a day to the flight.

And about the fact that the one who has you, probably, also has a name.

And about the fact that the closest

They will become mortally strangers.

And yet, like something in me, a fatal outcome awaits.

We will not about who on whom, promised not to sleep. And they say, unnecessary to the bottom of the bottles, in the wrong way. Here, someone passes by, and this will pass too. You are one of those who are already three hundred years old, nobody dreams of.

...

And you, like a completely empty subway car.

I have nothing to tell you, and how is it: "Do not lean"? Let those who are with you now teach you to smile. I, from people like you, sometimes gone gnar. Okay, okay, the road with a tablecloth, and the look, is infinitely tired. I am from those who have not hurt for a long time, about "how is it about it?" Not a feature, no longer melted, did not "swim."

And here you are, do not promise to pop up

And all, on this, perhaps.