Текст песни sTolyaR - Ты смотришь в небо

When obstinately
You look at the sky directly
From the bottom of a deep pit,
Not noticing injuries
From another drama,
You seem to be the most
Mad and strannym-
You look at the sky,
When everything is considered scars.
You look at the sky,
When your feet tread on the puddles.
You're friends with Phoebus,
When and so thoroughly cold.
You will of dreams,
When all nodes are stronger, tighter.
Mirishsya pain
For lunch, dinner for love.
You look at the sky,
When arguing about money.
Do you love the sea,
Search dream in its expanse.
You - an amazing eccentric -
When in sorrow soul
You look at the sky,
Even if the color of bitter.
You look at the sky,
At the stars at night, falling asleep.
your potrebnost-
Know that all the same
Something has no edge.
On his deathbed
Or dying from a bullet,
You look at the sky,
Everything in the world forgetting ...

You look at the sky ...
look to the sky ...
You, as a child, blind
Look, look at the sky ...

When heavy loads
And the poisonous taste
tempting ties
Bound breast feelings,
Not melted mouth,
Off not to banish sadness,
And the reason is deaf, is empty,
You say: "Let!".
You look at the sky
And no matter what is happening around.
You want a bird
To him fly, free,
Fasting everything: face,
Rifmovok page
And broken spokes
In your chariot.
You look at the sky,
When you lie about life ...
You look at the sky,
When you hit in the stomach ...
You look at the sky,
You find it in the shelter,
Calm, comfort,
Which is nowhere here.
Unnecessary difficulties
Firmly you about the society laws,
Icons, thrones,
This world, full of imperfections,
pens zone
Not a day without defense,
Debauchery, dens,
Nuclear Waste tons.
You look at the sky
Through green birch crown
And your thoughts, your feelings
At this moment, free!
You Anything
Ready to die for the given ...
You look at the sky,
When you have everything taken away again!

You look at the sky ...
look to the sky ...
You, as a child, blind
Look, look at the sky ...

You look at the sky,
To him aspire with all my soul.
Where there has not been -
In his large cloth.
Where a true story where fiction -
Everything does not make more sense:
Sheet music, words, numbers -
Everything hung in the air.
My time,
And while everything changed.
The war ended ...
And start over ...
Changed person, manners,
And who wants glory,
Someone wants to be right,
Someone mrёt of poison ...
The world has become more than just a rusty,
Stronger joints ache,
And you're still looking at the sky
From the bottom of their trenches.
You rise above,
Bathed in gilt ...
Or hanging around with the mouse
In the dark alleys,
But louder or quieter,
Are you still opposed.
The main thing - to survive,
Again, look to the sky erect.

You look at the sky ...
look to the sky ...
You, as a child, blind
Look, look at the sky ...