Текст песни Александр Северный - Ты убегала от себя

You run away from ourselves

You run away from ourselves
You ran away from me
Straighting the steps to calculate
Flowed down, in a taxi, again.

Why, where to whom
Known to God alone
And as if he only rules the ball,
And we, stumbled and fell,
Potor bruised and again wandered
Circle is a meaningless fence.

And how old are not the end,
Neither turn nor face
In fact, there is no it,
There is a reel of your brain.