Текст песни kommunikaция - послесловие

My poetry is creaking emotional swings
on the playground of the subconscious, where children play -
sad memory of happy expectations and questions "why ."
But for some reason parents do not let there answers.
If you ask - I can not explain what these songs .
I can not explain why these children sometimes cry.
Sometimes it 's just sad to know what will and pension.
Solitude in the gray " Khrushchev " will turn a lost match .
I'm so sorry to know that I play a major role -
in a movie about some strange and unsuccessful asshole .
While there, it's nice . Because the main role , Kohl .
And so it is necessary under Korzha lived short kicks .

Time goes by . Cold heats , cools hot .
Do not forget vyebyvaysya your thoughts - it is fashionable.
For those who do not believe in miracles - they really do not exist.
Only single may feel free here .
Time goes by , and perhaps to something good .
Running out of cigarettes, running out of money on your phone.
You listened to funky music , about the " elbows " and black cats ,
about love that guy that said it into a microphone.
Explodes as a second new day as a reality - a dream.
As their eyes met , explodes life together.
Once you commit , this unnecessary "jihad" , not Noah .
We will look at your sunset, next to the " waiting " standing on a ladder .
Hello and to you, I call, but you will not hear .
People seem superfluous, only when they're still around.
Our songs are louder , our truth becomes quieter .
We fall asleep , and winter will understand - the world escapes snowfall.
Everything is controlled by the experimenter in a white coat.
One day he will say "enough " and fly big rockets.
Then robots Google Company, will be thoughtfully finish
and register for "Google +" those who survived the end of the world .

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Perhaps it will be correct. Perhaps it will be true.
Except for the fact that I love her more than life .
Nothing goes according to plan , and if you move gradually -
then you lose the essence , and the top floors falling .
There's a beautiful city , even operating system blocks .
There are beautiful people , so spoil yourself unnecessarily .
I you are infinitely many , to me you are infinitesimal .
Once again, I realized all of this and extremely afraid to lose.

Peace is the result of us - you and me.
Please inquire with each other in cramped lobbies trains.
If there is a better side - then try to change it ,
if only for the reason that they soon will click on "stop" .
Probably " only ash knows what it means to burn to the ground ."
We read French pilots and mathematicians from Britain.
We are trying to rhyme , saying " was not " -
instead of all laid plans for absolute hit .

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Maybe it's better though , this city - steklobeton .
On the background of the bright daybreak , leaving the polar night.
Motorway driven into nothing , but it seems to us as if to the
that will love you more than all the others put together .
Hopelessness in the eyes of the passengers close trolleybuses.
Wall graffiti , transitions, pipe CHP and turrets cranes.
Freezing, while the port , but your ships will not fit
anywhere except folders classified as " late / early ."

I just need to understand , those who truly loves .
There probably do the rest , by and large , and there is nothing.
Finally weak heart zastuchit us more often .
And his last shot as the universe - will be eternal .
You would not understand that the store because you did not lose .
We will carry so carefully , that random collection of garbage ,
that you folded a while , the child in the yard playing .
If you are drowning in yourself , then please do not Tony .
I wanted to say " thank you." I wanted to say "sorry" .
And not the fact that someone needs something that I said it all.
My song is not the banter of my songs now is not the style .
Friend, I just write poetry, if you want to call me a poet.