thoroughness phenomena - даже тот рисунок с миньонами - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I shyly look at myself from the side and I can’t understand what happened to me inside my heart and inside my head. Nothing and now, a half -loving boy. I have never experienced such feelings before. I write this text at one in the morning and imagine it in bed or for lessons in books and overcomes lightningly longing. Imagine hundreds of places where I could visit her, in my head I think that I am just a dreamer, but I myself am ashamed of all these thoughts, because I didn’t think that this might happen that pixels are corroding the canvas of the nihilistic decoration that I built in my own my brain 2 years ago. I can’t fall asleep and brew my tea, imagining how it hugs a mug with boiling liquid inside with its small fingers, straightens a strand of black hair, which always hangs on her whiskey and the flow of spontaneity is overcome that I could To say to her, but not saying, for I either be ashamed, or I just can’t say in the face. Either it hurts me, or I’m ashamed of my fate and all its reduced secrets. +++ I dissolve in bed and see it in the same pose at the moment, we close our eyes and our possible general secret takes us far beyond the mountains, kiosks , scraps of tears, where I see how you and I together, hold hands, silently looking into each other's eyes. Solving sunset and coastal strip store our voices, but they are not needed when I have you, and you have you. At 4 hours, I open my eyes and realize that it was a dream. The eyes are more and more and with breadth, the realization that you still can sleep, or maybe not, I will never know that we are separated by cities, different walls of the walls and something else landscape, although we see at least 3 days in I just want to write you a letter where I will say "Dear Daria, we will settle in a string of houses that are huddled on the slopes of the snowy Alps so as not to see more megacities and cities that mimic the flicker of thousands of table lamps. I was infinitely stared at false stars, I Invented, gradually losing balance, at the same time the future became more unknown and in search of the truth could not understand what was created for. Did we foresee the threat when the echoes in any sound became heard? We looked at each other through our "metamorphosis" jacket What you love most of all in separation. My whole life fit in this silence and my life was saved only by this touch of my fingers to your lips, feeling a murmur of fibers. I stretched out a second to eternity, although it was a moment. I am sure that I saw in my eyes something similar to understanding, but in the future I will be content with only frustration and even metaphors will not be possible to describe my condition, you love abstraction. And I am content with our abstraction. No one, never, never understand us anywhere. "" You know, we will never be closer than now. "

And every time you draw an abstraction. Your lips are twitched, but you are silent, you can see dreams where we are alone, but I have a bang falling into the void as if a face under polyethylene, because you think you are not at all about me. I am only a half -loving boy who sometimes imposes on himself that he is better than one. Better alone, because you are certainly better than one.