Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Не пишется, болеется и спится... Выведи

Not written, sick and sleep?
Sew up your mouth with a needle, and the needle is better
What would you ask anyone: why sewn?
You mute all. All hush-hush
It should not be anything to anyone
You sit quietly greesh its place
Always was dumb, if the mind
And so at least honest.

Bring me out of here, man with wings
I want to find a trace of the reliefs on the water
I once was a word I had bartered
And now so many words, but not the

Just I hear down on the roof
Users or higher
What is not new - they bring us word
Forgotten, lost, sometimes
Between us were done,
And now, who we are without each other ...

Bring me out of faith in the light
Terribly lonely in the elevator of life in the dark
I used to find a person even without make-up black and white let
I once saw the mask, not all those

Just I hear down on the roof
Users or higher
What is not new - they bring us word
Forgotten, lost, sometimes
Between us were done,
And now, who we are without each other ...

I go out every night on the narrow balcony breathe in nicotine,
Putting himself on the bed, lying on his back.
In the hallway outside the door entrance only pair of shoes.
In any case, I'm not locked at night,
Suddenly he wants to go somewhere and not ringing keys,
In order not to wake the one who has already gone too long.
I smoke on the balcony empty, empty nights
And I look vosled all outgoing light ...