Текст песни SuG - Поменьше дистанции

Again, the nerves to the limit,
All did not end the way we wanted
I remember your hands on my body .
Still would.
Again, the number of losses - the rain will wash away .
Zvkryvaesh me the door.
Without you 6 in a row ? a week.
And there is nobody to trust me more .
God forgive me , but I merznu and nothing warms .
How many vows , and how many burdens.
I remember that time heals only .
But without you the 6th week in a row .
I cry , but most do not believe anyone .
Save pictures between notebooks ,
Tears dripped not just feel so sorry for me.
Degree of larger, less distance .
Not rasstavatsya with those who want to stay.