Евгений Гришковец - монолог о любви - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There is such a feeling at all that, although it is called in one word, but it is a feeling. This feeling is called a word that in the native language is extremely difficult. On someone else, foreign, how many irresponsible it can be said to speak. And you will say in my native language, immediately stumble upon it and how excuse you fade. And even if this word to think, there is in my brain, think, and immediately, as if apologizing to turn around him and flip off ... This is a word. Well, when it falls on you, once again, this love is falling on you, and what every next love is always stronger than the previous one. And so it fell, and you think, "Well, I, well, why again, what? So everything was fine, rationally, calm, comfortable. " And here it is felt strong and for a long time. And already not going anywhere, you know that everything has already fallen. And here in this state you go out wherever you be in cases, and in cases that are scheduled to love, because during love at all. Well, that is, in fact, it comes out of your body torso, perform some social functions. And there is what you have come out, went, disappeared and disappeared. And you are not, and did not. And you can't even remember how it was, when you were not. Then you suddenly appear and the world begins will manifest as an image on the photo paper and you find yourself sitting on some kind of dirty bench. In some kind of incomprehensible and unfamiliar to you part of the city, on such a dirty bench, for which you would not sit for without love. And then some papers, broken windows, people go somewhere and you think, how did you get here? You look at the clock and you understand that you were not enough for a long time. And it is necessary to get out of here. And where to get out? Well, where all people go there. You get up and go for people. And where are everyone goes? And everyone goes to the subway. And you go, and at the same time you have such a lyrical face. Well, because you feel sorry for yourself, well, because here's how it stared. Like that you are so sorry for yourself, worry. And suddenly in the crowd you meet such a person that you are even ashamed, here for all this lyrics and you think, God, what could happen to a person, what would he have such a person? And this is a person who stands and for example something sells near the subway. Or gives paper with useful information. Or, it is Himself with useful information on the chest. And I even want to find out this information, or even buy that he sells there, but not in order to be delighted, but in order for his face, well, at least a second changed. But it is clear that there are already such global processes that the face is not changed. And you look and think, Lord, but to whom to say thanks for the fact that I'm not standing as well? But I could stand. Who would say thank you that I do not sweep the yards or do not collect bottles in these yards? Who can say for this? And the man you love. That man who loves you. Not that tourists, foreign people who came to see that we have here. And you catch their eyes and of course I understand that you are not more urban landscape for them. Moreover, much less significant than, for example, elite jewelry on the facade, what kind of fountain or stone horse be. And all you can, only smile to them. And they have already made an opinion about you and the country. It seems to them that everything is clear, and extremely clear. But your person is not a foreign tourist and not a guest in your soul. He does not stick to the album of the personnel of life, only to show to show the guests. He believes, remembers and loves. Is always. He fills up all your space, and you do not feel lonely. The world does not seem like a large and round subject. You understand that you sit on the edge, on the surface of the planet. Above only the universe that appreciates you and believes in you.