2 - Не думай о плохом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Try not to think about the bad. Stupid, all feelings are not inside. Not in the air. They burn and harness the heart like lights. Pleasant pain from parting. And before greeting again. Distances are so great. sticky fingers from chocolates and mint boots. Transparent smoke from cigarette. On the eaves swept the heads, signs over. And under the feet dry, wet asphalt. And with you by hand carelessly burn old letters in messages. From the lack of spices and communication taste. Forement hands and far from home by day. Sprapie matches with sheets in a cage.

Windmate weather, as we once. Sounded each other with a look. Eyes. It is less than joy and bewilderment. I do not know how to forget, everything may be for the better. Maybe again and again. In the pillow at night after thought remain. In the native places sleep warmer. And I would be in an embrace. will I bend? maybe not. In the interruptions between calls to look at the photo. We ourselves once created their consciousness. And I would not only sleep at night. Air flows, joy of grief. I worried the sunsets before dawn. And then sluggish walked for days.

In the moments of despair, throw down immediately. Over marks on the eaves. And we are happy numbers. headache. Under the degree of drunk. I drink from me all this. And just do not let go. Fires on the floors in the lower and I don't care, I know that only sincerity and the necessary moments with emotions of this world rule. I love you without breaks and weekends. Do not squeeze on the door can after winter blizzard melted from snow under the sounds of drops.

We sang the skins and did not throw memories about the last night. Poems, masterpieces are written from grief, not happiness. Sch up and listen to the sounds of music from the player and the music of my heartbeat. Kill me, Juliet.