Текст песни Константин Тарновский - Телефоны

I delete phones from my notebook
They won't be useful to me anymore
I'm so tired of new friends
That with the speed of sound multiply.

They take my time
Considered a donor of human happiness,
And I would only be with those
Who takes part in me.

I'm tired of looking in the eyes
These senseless and omnipresent,
That pull me back
And then, on the contrary, in the thick of

Events I don’t care about
People I’m not interested in
Who lie so skillfully
You can’t even write about this in a song.

I declare a moratorium until spring
For meetings with those who are random
With glamorous Vika and mediocre Tolya,
Adherents of everyday life in urban suburbs.

I want to believe in a miracle again
Leave, find out if there is life beyond the Moscow Ring Road,
As you can see, all this is not very difficult,
As you can see, it’s not that I need much.

But why am I writing to you?
After all, I wanted to say goodbye to you.
You do not heed my struggle
For you, I am also only a donor of happiness.

While you invade my world
Now affectionately, then vastly harsh,
I'm in a dictionary worn down to holes
I found the right word for you;

I'll tell him and you will leave right away
Unable to withstand such heat.
Too bad you stick your knife too
Sorry, we talked with you too little.

Mid April 2010