Текст песни Марат Сулейманов - Клавиши

Here in April
our city embracing two warm
but in your dreams I like crazy, I burned all the love,
that gives me your good opinion,
and besides - the cold eyes, crying without key phrases about us.
Hundreds of times does not go away by doing so,
and I'm alone, so it is necessary.

In me so much cold
Understand to love, I do not fit
All my prose - lock the doors on the heart.
The deepest breath diving into loneliness,
Knowing that in these waters your pulse "on the seven winds."
And we became each other none - dust emotions.
Step on the button, in the languor of throwing on the block
Our history moments of bright smiles,
The circles are bruised, people concrete boxes.
We shot in the wings, two of them not to fly.
That was up to the clouds, where the perfect world ?!
Many stories about us, written by me,
Later in notebooks erasing your way to the holes.

The desire in you not give himself to forget,
After all, if, I can not afford to fill seconds of pain.
The keys playing with shouts of "out of fashion".
For each other, we went out of fashion.