Текст песни я ищу тебя привет
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Очень странное ощущение
Ты нужен всем, а тебе никто
В тебе находит это утешение,
А ты в одиночку ходишь в кино
Бульвары, метро, театры,
Неподалеку фастфудные забегаловки
В них часто смеялись
Атмосфера теплоты и радости
Последнее о тебе более ничем не напомнить
Каждый из вас воспримет на свой счет
Я пишу без адресатов давно
Точно из слов как игра в дартс или в двадцать одно
Всё говорит об одном
Что не стоит снимать защитный покров
Вынимать себе всё
В судный день всё сгорит, привет
Very strange feeling
Everybody needs you, and nobody needs you
Finds this comfort in you
Do you go to the movies alone
Boulevards, metro, theaters,
Nearby fast food eateries
They were often laughed at.
The atmosphere of warmth and joy
The last thing you do not recall
Each of you will take on his own account.
I write without recipients for a long time
Exactly from words like darts or twenty one
Everything says one thing
What is not worth removing the protective cover
Take out everything for yourself
On the day of judgment, everything will burn, hello
Find the way out:
Hello
Voluntarily and without a second thought
Truth on ceilings with smoke from overflows
With pieces of dirt on the shoes
I will end it in the facets of the virtual
Against myself remind you of the patient
Therapists
Make an appointment on the outskirts
And our ravine with a hillock
Something more than just a word
And everything is empty
Poems are drawn in the subcortex of the brain.
Along with liquefaction and criticism
Under 100 and more degrees
My poems are no reason to drown in a warm
In empty porches I will jump by keywords
I'm not like that anymore
It's only fault, and listen to miscellaneous
Redraw with cherry
Songs of strangers
And how once we are with you
I write to you and do not even think
Aftertaste in cheap songs
I'm sick of the turns of the heavy thoughts of book lamp people
Walking ford, collecting myriad thoughts of sails of ideas
And the waves on the Volga or the sea
I remind myself in short warm messages,
And as if he’s not his own
Now as it is,
And what through war with conscience
Will pass in a murderous impulse
Only pain from the depths of myself
In the diagonally passing needles through the lungs,
Pins and cities of the winds
There, someone in the tenderness of ideas drowns
Like in the ocean
And I’m not like a voluminous figure
Must be without edges
Like a void
No twists and turns of midnight
Only in my memory I seek you
I'm looking for you
Hello
I'm only looking for you
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