Текст песни Птицами - время

in an apartment where the walls are white
will not leave the thinker indifferent,
time spent with you
is considered to be the best.

there the table remembers the spilled tea,
and the corridor is full of curses.
we there imperceptibly forgot how to be bored,
while the wind stroked the strands.

while the corner touched a gentle hand
the geometry of its straight lines,
we were so far there
but it seems we loved.

and the world was there for the two of us.
everything else is the fruit of inertia.
and you ... and you are the prototype of all my
huge weights on the heart.

I was drunk from your presence
and I wanted to shout from this,
but even cozy people have a flaw,
it's so easy to get used to them.

now we will continue at a distance
dialogue is no longer our nights,
After all, you left, leaving as a keepsake
just the salt of your tears on my shoulder.

and a reflection of our sleepless
serve as words on some wall.
now i am the one
who is lost
in your saved ones,
staying
is always
aside.