Инна Мень - Твоя Душа автор текста Наталья Балуева - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

People who are granted the ability to feel is precisely this skill and punished. What could be worse than that constantly pop -up episodes in memory? This will not return. Will not come back!

Once again, the soul tried to hide from the memories, curled up and pulling his knees closer to her heart.

To the heart ...

Remember how you first said that you want to kiss me right in the heart? And so funny leaned over to catch my confused and appreciated look. And then he carefully took his hand and touched his wrists with his dry lips. In the place where the pulse beats slightly. It really was a kiss in the heart. It suddenly froze, as if someone inside, under the ribs pulled a stop crank, but immediately escaped and pounded like a frantic one.

And when you first loved me ... Remember? It seemed to me that the room scattered into thousands of fragments. And that I myself do not exist. For some reason, tears appeared in his eyes.

- Does it hurt? “You were very scared then.”

And I was only able to shield my head in response. And then you pulled me to you and touched my back with his palm. Between the shoulder blades.

- What? - I whispered slightly audibly, buried my nose in your neck.

“I want to feel how your wings grow.”

The clock broke autumn again ...

It was at this time of the year that we met. Remember how you loved to walk in the rain under your huge umbrella? And when I slipped away from you, exposing my face under cold drops, you pulled me back, hugged me and began to collect these drops from my lips. And passers -by ... However, you have never done any care of passers -by. You also gave me huge armfuls of yellow leaves instead of flowers. And called in the fall. At first. And then very briefly - O. And sometimes - a sunny girl. Because of the color of the hair? And I frowned and objected that I was lunar because I was born in July. You reconciled, noticing that I really looked like a moon by changing my sentiments. And he smiled, saying that you have wide palms, and you can keep even the moon in your hands ...

In the evenings, when I tried to work, you pushed me away from the computer, right with the chair and launched some kind of favorite song. Then he put on the headphones on me, sat down, hugging my knees, and looked into my eyes, trying to understand whether he liked it or not. And if I saw what you liked - and it was almost always, because you knew how to feel my mood - you knelt down and waited for me to listen to the end ...

The soul poured a full glass of tequila, licked a salty drop of blood from a scars on her wrist, drank to the bottom and choked with a new memory.

Black Sea ... Is this your childhood dream? You spoke about the sea when we were familiar with only a few days.

- If I am not possible for you until the summer, we will check my Ford for strength, go to the sea?

Ford coped with everything perfectly. The whole week is together ... only you and me. Probably the happiest week in my life ... coffee in the morning. Remember how surprised you were when our tastes coincided? Not everyone dares to put a slice of lemon in coffee. Not every…

There, in the Crimea there is no sand. Only pebbles. And I love to collect the sand with a slide and launch my hands there. And then raise the full palms of warm grains of sand and pass them through the fingers. A little tickling. And the feeling is as if you control time. You can make him run faster, and you can squeeze your fingers and time will be in your palm ... But on the Black Sea, pebbles. You laid out the letter "o" on my back with small pebbles. And I laughed and said - carefully, do not break the wings. And in the evenings we took a bottle of light wine and again got into the sea. You bought two crystal glasses. Especially for such evenings. When the charm is nearby, and the moon is observed from the sky, plastic cups look just funny. You said that. We sat, hugging, on still warm stones, drank wine, and you read my poems to me. And I looked through the crystal at the lunar path in dark water and died with happiness ...

The soul was cold and poured a handful of pills in the palm of my hand.

And then ... Then I asked this stupid question. Well, why don't I know how to enjoy this