Текст песни Alyona Ponomarenko - Одиночество

Substance without disassembly that
It was in me. I sleep in the comorka.
Loneliness, not toast me,
I call you, not frost me.
In the morning I got up or still sleep?
The colors of the evening shave with them.
Loneliness, not fooling me.
Who will prove that I exist?

But it does not happen here
I'm not here

Breathe light, and I do not breathe,
Earth is spinning, growing an outcass.
Loneliness in a big city
Son does not face, we sleep apart.
Collar is standing, frost is soothed,
Look at people - and do not say:
As you lived alone, your home is indivisible.
Loneliness .. I will serve him.

But it does not happen here
You are not here

My personal is forgotten
My data is unusual
Thoughts are oxidized
and break indifferently like