Alysia Lis - Выпаду - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I'm just tired of looking limp to the answer

And again they will pretend that it did not work before.

I no longer know what is right and what is not.

What happened, and what never happened to us.

Don't know. I do not remember. I do not see her eyes in my reflection. Your books on a shelf

her. On her small shelf.

There are so many answers that not one told me here, dividing into fragments, and then implanting these fragments into the soul.

I no longer eat the bare wires,

I do not wind them on the forks like noodles.

I began to appreciate my past cities.

And even, sometimes, I'm sorry that I'm leaving.

I'm no longer waiting for you to come to me

And you say, they say, foxes,

I was so dissolved in your spring

That almost broke down.

I was so scared to fall in a dream

That almost broke the cornice.

I saw how brightly burning in the fire

Fifty of the same foxes.

I got so sick of, your mother,

Consider you created worlds.

Neither music nor the bed saves me,

Not a couple of hours of the game.

When you come and say that you are empty.

Or maybe not you. Not for me. Or another you.

When you list me a list of forgotten affairs,

Indicating the dreams

Which are small in the bottom, under the footnote.

Marked with burns on the wrist.

I will silently go through my sketches, discreet,

A little tough

To a strange feeling - happiness.

Then you will tell me something. Or not you.

Or you can’t say, but you can say imposingly.

You will accept as a fact - I am a projection of emptiness.

I'd like to check out. But this is no longer important.

I don't want to know how the conversation will end,

Empty words are flawlessly knocking down

With the arrogant "semi -man" (exhale) "short -lived".

Please, can I fall into the corridor?

You can leave, just throw me, nevertheless, here.

Otherwise

This reality

In my

Rot.

Melody: Pol Solonar - Melancholy