Дарья Трайден. - Скрип качелей в полчетвертого утром. - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

For some reason, all my main instincts want you. Or do not “want” (there is no right word). I don’t love you, you hear? I don’t love you. I just want to know that nothing hurts you, that you breathe, that you breathe, that You sleep at home. I want to know that you remember the complex name that I called you and which others never called you (it began with "mine" and this was my only lodge, dear). A half - this is a lot, if about time, about time If you have a little feeling, but still almost enough. I would warm you with my heart, I would allow myself to bite, even gnaw all at once and non-resistant. Anything, I would save you, I would save you your demons so that you I did not fall apart and did not crack. There would be a lot of “much”, it didn’t take place to be praise and flattery. No, I’m not an altruist. You know how I love my gray leather cloak, how I was in love with those shoes, like in Your voice forgot your voice. And those three fours in your issue (in yours!) After all, I forgot ... are there something right, that such a cynic is dead that you do not believe, do not like it. After all, you were better than you spoke in confessions. There are so many in me, but I don’t know how to spit it out. We had May, June, August, the creak of swings in a half -fourth morning. Mom on the phone asked something about the fruit from cranberries, and I laughed. You played with me honestly, because it would never come true with us, no matter how I wanted and try. Triangle, I am in you with all my corners.