Текст песни Анастасия Тивякова - Люди

I see - Birds south flew away,
And wander on the plane of the world.
Crying wind on children's swings
Or autumn on the walls of the apartment,

Or people in the hoists of desires -
Alone in mental loss,
Collect heart stones
And whip. And no longer believe

In a person walking by.
I saw a sad summer
Police blind pilgrims.
Never grow poets.

Never agitated like people.
And all the time in no way go.
Deny someone. Will not
Speaking-silent rest.

And there will be no magazines of hope
And there will be no sofa happiness.
The ocean is overwhelmed by the wilderness
Reniece events. In power

Interest. Old swing
I froze - the fatigue is pleasant.
Only birds flew to the south,
Only people left empty.

Poems: ## @ Nohnoy_Lirik (Alexey Maslov)