Текст песни Не До Талант - И ты -надцатый день

And you - the tenant day you really want to convince yourself
That he is the bird of another flight, "not by pocket."
What such as he can not love you.
It is unnecessar than good, the hero is not your novels.

For a whole hour you erase the soles, measuring the floor.
The sound is driving onto the loud, the player stick into the ears,
Brightly paint your eyes, stuff your bag with a bit -
Million smallest things, just just did not climb into the soul.

You meet him and the breath loses rhythm.
Voice of thin and pity, attention at the limit,
You are funny and trouble, only ... Your look is burning.
And some kind of cosmic current occurs in the body.

He behaves as if he knows not the first day:
You devote him to the songs and write letters.
And he is not against. Fear.
Now you are a shadow.
And he is the sun.

Here you already lie too much.

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