Текст песни мнимый парадокс x комнатноеодиночество - Семь дней до четвертого октября

Poor future please
Turn my veins inside out
I beg you, please
I'm dying ...
I'm dying in a stupid and useless war with my own thoughts

What if your brown eyes became blue vases
And each has a bouquet of flowers
Or dead swans.
And it started getting dark early on the street
Drink the wound there thread
Red means to sit
Black - to leave.
My daily routine is failing me

I died at seven in the morning
You have to start the day somewhere
Every day I rise from the dusty
A foliage jumbled bed
And suffering from hatred, I feed myself
And you are all bought for looks
Didn't finish one
Started the second
I will tell you a lot
But try to assemble this defective puzzle yourself

Will you forgive me?
This is nonsense
You know what I mean
Your silhouette in my eyes that lights up my path
Your silhouette in my closed eyes
You are my favorite dream

Please stop trampling my feelings
This vicious circle: joy is real sorrow
Bitterness of darkness
In a dream I sat in front of my lifeless body
I saw myself wake up no more
Hurt me, but don't go
Hurt me, but don't leave.

Paltry future
I've had enough pain in my liver and tobacco smoke in my lungs
I'm burning myself with tears
And the thought that you are not with me
Made me huddle in a cramped window
I don't even have enough for a bouquet of your lousy roses
And stand in line for your gift
Until my feet are rooted in the ground
I will fall asleep on the asphalt
When I see you with another
With your already unexpected gift

I won't even suffer
I won't cut my hands
I'll just jump from the balcony of my forgotten one-room Khrushchev
And you can also love the smell of your perfume in the store
But no one can replace your touch

Hello, I'm starting to get serious
With a bottle of wine from the stall
You won't hurt me anymore
I will die
I will die on your notepad

On a dusty shelf
In a spacious room
Only on the sofa where we sat in the evenings will our burned-out memories remain