voice of loneliness - к тебе... п и с ь м о 2. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The night adds small flickering lights deeper and deeper into the abyss called the sky. Remember, you said that a star scattering in a night sky is only a beautiful illusion, behind which is an absolute void and darkness? I suddenly realized that you can also describe my soul: a crippled poet who put the bones under his lines, and behind them ... nothing.

You used to say incredible things under alcohol: you said that the beautiful is destined to die in order to become even better in order to shine and blind, that the truth is cheap in fault, without falsehood and hangover in the morning, because it looks like life . And now, standing on the edge of my memory, I feel how it drags me to the heavenly height, how my body becomes easy, and we take off with you, with your ghost nearby, cutting out a gray veil of everyday life, opening there ... yourself?

You said that the books are saving, but even there there is no salvation; I call you a Greta under the funny laughter of Heine and I boast about you, like Rufi, breathing in an old dog in the cold and hunger with only a printing machine, while you are warm and comfortable with someone nearby. It’s just that our worlds do not come in contact: you have expensive wine at hand, I only have a cheap swill and cigarettes, and next to the envelope without a brand and signature, which I will again send into the void, releasing paper leaflets into a free flight. My letter will be stuck in the constellation Orion, and this will be a house for my unprofitable feelings, and closer to the morning you may remember ...

But I will fly already.