Женя MOSK - Прощай... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I believe that there is no love. Yes, in this case, I am about Muzchina’s love for a woman. The textbook claims that love is a feeling of bindings, the needs of connection and in constant contacts with the object of love. And anyone ever thought, where is this sensation of binding from?

Scientists have long proved that all that we call love is all the superfluous biochemical process in our head, a kind of illness. A person loses a dream. Apetite, performs neo -performance acts - all this resembles a state of narcotic bias. But love, like the action of any other drug, ends sooner or later. And what remains after that? That's right - breaking, and after breaking - emptiness! A person does not know what to do with this void, as a rule in adults, alcohol immediately fills it. I think an example is not necessary. Well, the same hypothyte from the irony of fate, until Zhenechka Lukashin appeared a normal man, was yes? And then bam and in binge! I am already silent how many deaths from this disease and how many suicides of a duel, and how many warrior?

in general with a positive cocaeoto, complete crap turns out

- Distently chin

- Sorry as it is

- But what about love as an ideine inspirer? Poetry, prose, music, well, movie finally ...

- Yes, all people came up with it. They don’t know what to do with this disease and began to sing and then hop! It turns out on this ESCH and you can earn money. That's what our pop singing is about today?

-Well, about "Musi - Pusi"

-That's exactly. They don't even know what it is called

- OK. How would you call it?

- Don't know. illness, habit, instinct of reproduction. Here are the cockroaches also multiply, so they have love chtoli?