voice of loneliness - к тебе ... п и с ь м о 3. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Galilean milk begins to rain, and illusions are dying in dawn.

You, as wrote in Shakespeare Sights, dissolve with the first rays of the rising sun, the shadow of the last time reflected in my wall. Time 5 in the morning, and you already break the cough of my lungs - a bird that requires freedom of flight, you will only give me a handful of miserable memories of the evenings when we kissed in the hallway under the drunken cries of neighbors.

Do you remember how you corrected me tie before my care? I would never think that the next morning I would not find you next to my bed. What your image will sail in my memory that it will be storming to different shores until he is not at all erased as the old picture from the book. You left, saying nothing, but it was so loud that my ears laid.

This time you leave slowly, well: the sheets let go of your smell, and my lips are scattered from your behalf. You take the morning again, but already forever, and I inhale full light and closing the tired eyes. Just take care of yourself, okay?