Последний вечер лета текст песни найтивыход
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
И я не помню больше ничего, и как анестезией ашарашеный, бегу не чувствуя я ног, бегу домой, туда где все живёт, вспоминая вызваны пятном не ясным, точечным, на обогревателе белом, как белена снега. Того снега ушедшего, что разлучил нас.
А ты живи.
Живи. Stay in memory, photos within, souvenirs from the counter, traces of lipstick on your cheek, your butterflies in your stomach .
Walking, frost and hide and seek, sitting in parks, messages in the social network .
Five-hour conversations around the city, pleasant things about the horoscope, love and the city of people .
Dead by quarrels in the rain, kisses, hugs and silence, jealousy when we are not together, having woken up with passion in the bedroom, caressing them with delicate, red paint .
Freckles .
Eyes full of adoration, hands and lips on windy .
Summer thoughts, time kills, benches at the train station, movies, vanilla, photos in the album, alcohol, cigarettes and smoke .
Balconies, roofs, hail, and well, I know that all the same you will remain in memory, only in my mind, full of beautiful phrases, tears, and ecstasy .
Sorry.
On the threshold of time, sitting on concrete, I missed the time that had passed, filling my lungs with the air of separation. And I miss as usual, not for you, but in the image of you, ours, lived together, acquired, fun, and colorful. And without me you don’t feel sad, you call it what longing, but for me that time was a cosmos . But not cold and black, but deep, colorful, and passionate . Beautiful like a cold wind, hot July .
And I don’t remember anything else, and as an anesthetic I am asharashenny, I don’t feel my legs, I run home to where everything lives, remembering caused by a stain not clear, scatter, on a white heater, like a snow henbane . He left the snow that separated us.
And you live .
Live .
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