Текст песни Мария Лощакова - До боли в легких

Water flows out of the tap
Birds are settling on the asphalt.
And how strange it must be
To take and fall in love in the fall.

And how stupid you need to be
To believe in people's predictions.
I wrote you serenades
After all, alas, I am not good at prose.

I flipped through your pages
And I was looking for you on the map.
I dreamed of being a white bird
That remained forever on the asphalt.

I screamed until my lungs hurt
And, wheezing, sank to the floor.
And the paper faded from tears -
I'm so damn tired of crying.

I screamed, throwing myself to the floor
And crawled, whining, along the walls.
Pulse pounded and cried nervously
On the wrist in the vein area.

But you have to live somehow further,
Draw sunsets on your face.
I'm covered in armor of falsehood
I hear sounds as if through cotton wool.

But you also need to live somehow further,
Don't crush your fears in a mortar.
I wrote you serenades.
I was hopelessly stupid.