Текст песни Климова Лина - after. приходи

I wanted to kiss veins of thin wrists,
Hugging, not wanting a yota in return.
I wanted to give you eternal happiness,
But I did not wait, did not foresee such changes.
I read Bebeder, according to the schedule, at eight.
Rewriting strings to you for the night.
But you were easier than my calls to lose
And erase sms from a and to b.
I wanted to admire your clavicle,
Only fear to touch a little bit wrong.
Only you called us migratory birds,
Every day a zigzag's life noted.
I in the eyes of your gray unraveling lines,
Eternal kaleidoscope of long, soft eyelashes.
Well, you, recognizing in a short impotence,
All leaflets of all magazine pages.

I did not wait for you a response, no help
Nothing that could return me to life.
I asked you:
"Be."
But you wash vegetables
And, having silent, defended them in a saucepan.
I sneak together with them frighteningly slowly,
I did not want to get out of this war.
And let you dazzling with me,
I will wait.
Come.
Visit my dreams.