Renata Pohodnya - Тебя уже три часа нету со мной... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You have been gone with me for three hours ... It is very difficult for me to transfer this loneliness .. Especially if no one else writes and calls me. And I have to wait only you ... and no one else ...

You know ... people like you are not erased by time.

backpasses, an eraser, divitites even.

Such as you are not a pronoun.

Such as you are not excreted by vanish.

hate people with your name, by the way,

They wear like a thing, falling asleep.

Well, and you ... how are you? Are you walking with someone again?

Or a song to an album .. Second ... Why do you live, for whom are you sad?

Why are all your scores?

Why are you breathing again?

You will come to me at night ... quietly .. Tired ..

Only once, when you can be home ..

without filled halls and for some reason scandals ..

And without those who are recorded in the novel the next day ...

You are no longer everywhere, because it is distant.

But again you need to know your, for some reason, the weather.

Los Angeles, maybe, maybe the roads are similar

our. Someone. And you step on your feet

with words, eyes, and sweet ones too perfume ..

Probably sweet spirits ..

Morning is vague ...

The morning is too vague ..

And in you there is only a consonant and two vowels ..

And for many it is even painful ..

Without revolutions, and just involved ...

This may be a little crazy ..

I can not remember me already, like adults about children ..

Close wooden doors from time to time, believe.

And then do not believe ...

But, however, the clock is still 20:25 ...

Unhappy prose is stronger than absinthe.

Your not love - applause ..

This hollow life without accompaniment.

After all, the subscriber’s apparatus ... What is the subscriber apparatus? ...

And do not forgive anything, do not ask.

Glorious, traffic jams ...

It was probably unbearable to bear me ...

If necessary, then take me out of the brackets ...

I hate planes in the sky .. Suddenly you are there. Suddenly you will fall.

I hate when the doors creak.

It constantly seems to be you.

Yes, people do not live - they would more often break the tragedy,

Complain to the lack of time, sticking out on the Internet.

But there are no adults - there are, it turns out, aging children,

not reading books, but verb about Bulgakov and Fet ..

Falling in love with the silent space,

No, not me, it's you - by heart ...

And I just know

what at the last moment,

When no one will believe in you ..

When you have nowhere to go -

some random passerby at the bus stop

Take and hide you under his cloak ...

I don't know you, only fables and rumors,

Only handwriting, words, multi -liter, manners ..

Only lips, eyes and favorite hands ..

Only noise, cities and your linen shirts ..

.. you are silent, but on the clock is already 20:39 ... All, time is going, but you are not yet ... sad, isn't it? ... Perhaps ... but who am I saying with at all ? ... probably, only with myself ... and no one more ... I am just the sum of the squares of cosinus and sinus ... I'm a sinus of one hundred and eighty degrees ...

.. And you are not all ... time continues to go ... and on the clock is already 21:08 ... it’s so disgusting and simply unable to sit and wait for you ... silently waited ... You know, maybe I may soon I'll go crazy with loneliness .. Although, this is not very likely, especially in my case .. But, nevertheless ...

.. You haven’t been there for so long ... And I sit in front of an empty plate and understand how bad to those people who have nothing to eat .. and I feel like the same person as everyone else ..

.. I just can’t understand where you can be for so long? .. Well, this is not so important .. The main thing is that everything is fine with you .. I'm so worried ... so worried ... so worried ...