Вера Полозкова - Нет, не увидимся - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

No, you will not see you.

No, you will not see you.

There will be nothing to see.

Only here, you see, these captivating particulars exist: books have different covers, people have infinitely unusual eyes of the eyes, snow - not like rain, in Delhi and in Moscow they dress unevenly, the rat less than the dog, the Sumerians died out earlier - only everything is here It matters, and it seems like - huge; And there everyone is equal, and all one, and everything is one whole. Eternity is not “so long that you can’t imagine”, it is always the same thing now, which has no length, bindings to the point of space, low read, non -verbalized; You will not find each other specifically there to end the conversation that has begun during life; Because life will be all - like a diary for the ninth grade: objects, parental signatures, homework, drawings in the fields, quarter grades - quite cute, but not as deadly as it seemed in the ninth grade. It would not occur to you to retake that one deuce in literature at the end of the third quarter - the teacher was hammered, caught a couple, left the class in the middle of the lesson, slamming the door. It is funny that the diary has been preserved, but if not, you would have lost little-firstly, you have ten such diaries, and secondly, this is far from the most interesting, here in the diary for the second there were much funnier remarks; Maybe you are from all life, as from one week business trip to Petrozavodsk in the eighty-ninth, you will recall only a view of the snowy Onega, where the creamy-white is on top, and between the white and white-the horizon, the horizon, the horizon, And as the girl laughs in a cafe at the next table, beauty, her hair falls on the shoulders and back, like layers of heavy water in a thunderstorm - on the windshield; Maybe you will remember only two phrases from the Skype Peregovor from all earthly languages, from all sounds - the sneezing of a little son; And that's it. The rest was really lowering. He had a glorious rolled up, but glad that he returned and would not want to go back for a long time - in the spacesuit is closely, he greatly limits the possibilities of moving, becomes unusable over the years, causes a lot of trouble - it is completely unclear that they all sobbed over your spacesuit and kissed in a helmet ; As if he once really determined something in who you are and what he came for; It is not clear on it, except, perhaps, your involvement in some kind of there and, perhaps, a kind of activity - a warrior there, a farmer, a philosopher; The body is just a packaging from under you, is it so important, glass, cardboard or plastic; Is it possible by nickname and appearance of some Andeda in Warcraft to guess what is a full-time housewife from Brussels, which is cut for him? Yes, the hell with two.