St1m - Это похоже на сны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

All you hear, maybe not tea thoughts, I didn’t think about when I wrote them, you know it like dreams, sometimes they are black and you remember everything in the morning to a single frame. And sometimes they are brightly colored, but as if they were erased from memory when you wake up.

Just yesterday, linen web of days, dreaming of dreams drowned me with routine, stretch out the hands of happiness to the meeting exactly noon at noon, they whispered what you once remembered, understand me, I have nowhere to go if the evening sank into the city and I am goodbye, wait for those Who in the memory of others is alive, those who did not have time to say goodbye and those who did not decide, I lost a dream, the sun disappeared, my words did not fly the wingless, it will soon become dark at all, this autumn leaves traces of the zholto-red gray. where we were born and died and now flew away, we so wanted to admire the dawn day and night and splashing all these cooled heaven with the wind

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For those days, autumn winds circled in the spheres, I could not have lost you in Rubin Lie, I cherished you, but we confused life, but we confused life, but we confused our lives.

Back back, I know I flew to paradise, there on the edge of the hopes, those who were tired of sleeping, and the sky cried, I felt them, remember their words to live and all in hail, I took care of the memory, again again it seemed strange to me strange that the twilight did not go out, in the windows on the vs I saw someone roamed in the darkness, melting the feminine smoothly in a parade of shadows, it lasted for weeks and lasted for years, the clock wondered or flee to Dali, they hardly managed for eternity, they were silent around, they were silent, they were silent, I really believed to speak happiness, believing in magic, building my new world, in dreams and confidence in the break of the universe between the hours of imperishas, ​​letters overwhelming the passions of those revelations.

I saw how the fragile air froze, with crystal fragments of my hand, scratching glasses on high -speed trains, taught poetry my diary was flooding, I was not tired, I just became careful, now I didn’t have enough patience to believe you with this godmother sunset in birch paintings, Your utopias fabulous and idylies, old photo albums kept memory, wanted to sing in the evenings and lick all the secrets, the world around and lonely planets, embraced this lilac in the summer, there tears are filled with happiness for almost half, and in the table they were just flowers from satin and I had enough of satin and I had enough I would have couples to remember the clouds, but for now let's say goodbye, for now.