Д. Козловский - Каждый раз, когда она хотела выговориться - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Damn, why didn't I like physics as a child? Now I will never build a time machine. Never return at a time when everything was fine. When we were together.

I could move in time and change everything ...

I remember I sat in the kitchen and looked at her when she took up cleaning in her short shorts. I could not take my eyes off her. When she caught my gaze and smiled back, inspired by my attention. No, not just smiled, she glowed. Shong, as if my gaze included in it some secret illumination. She was like a living Christmas tree. Such, you know, Las Vegas in short jeans shorts. Then some incredible erotic show began ...

In general, the cleaning ended barely starting.

Every day it was like Sunday, as if there was some kind of anomaly, and all the days of the week - the weekend. The student’s dream came true. It seemed that this happiness would never end, how sunlight or air could not end. And then....

I remember the moment when I realized that everything had changed.

At some point, catching my gaze, she was embarrassed, as if some alien, stranger was watching her. I was embarrassed, changed clothes. I put on some sweatpants. She did not want me to look after her. And that was a sign. A giant warning sign, as on these forest roads: “Caution! Catch!”, “Loose roam here! Do not accelerate!”

But you do not care. You rush, not noticing any signs, no moose.

If I could catch her condition and say: "Hey, baby, what happened? Let's talk."

She just searched for me in the proof that she did not need to go anywhere, that this can still be changed. She wanted me to wake up and save her from her own desire. Yes, she wanted me to save her from her own desire. She silently shouted: "Caution! Moose!". She silently said: "I do not want to leave! Do not let me leave! Hey! Don’t let me leave! Consider something." Silently, because if she had to explain everything, she would not understand again whether I needed it.

Yes, I myself had to understand everything. I could hear her, do something.

I could be light, mild, funny, stupid, ironic, charming, but I don’t know whatever. I could run around the bottle of wine, gently kiss her breasts, make coffee with milk and without sugar.

And I could turn the situation. I could change everything, go around the moose. Instead, I asked: "Well, what, I don’t understand, are we going to hunger games or not?" And she fell silent and went into herself, pulled her head like a small, lonely, sad turtle. And I did not see this, or pretended that I did not see.

I don’t know what a scientific explanation is, but every time she wanted me to listen to her, I wanted to see chips or telly, check the mail. You never have important things in the world.

I left the conversation, flew into another galaxy, away from these lonely and still endlessly loving my eyes. Included the "vegetable" mode. It always worked, no one will load the vegetable with their problems. This was the whole calculation. Live, well, and how could you not live. To be together, well, and not to be together. It is as strange as at school. You teach the poem not because you love poetry, but to keep you behind.

Therefore, do not turn on the "vegetable". Look into her eyes right now, at least 10 seconds. Lighting always changes, so her eyes, her gaze, her face may seem completely new to you. Consider it. Get to know her again. Do not get used to it. Look at it as for the first time. And you already turn off the champions league, everything is already clear there, ours will fly away. The Hulk is enough, but she does not. She wants you to hear her. Rub in her eyes, ask that she is worried. If everything is OK - cool, and if not, it's time to fix everything.

Every second we can change everything, restart everything, start again. Yes, damn it, everything is possible while you are alive.

Turn off the Champions League - Turn on life. Where are you flying to? There is nothing...