Текст песни Мэри Эрнст - Я тебя не любил

I did not love you, did not write you sms,
I did not want to smile in the afternoon and do not cry at night.
Everyone was with someone, and I somehow without ...
But you were not looking for either in the photo, neither among others.

I did not know how you are doing with whom you sleep,
about com thought in the diary that you put on the edge of the chest;
that you are in the eternal flight - stitching a gray strife,
Along with airplanes, away from the ground and at home.

I have not seen you on the streets and in the movies,
I fat the vertebrae blocks, pumps of bridges.
And now, I write to you paint winter letter,
Because I miss the Bible words.

The sculptor shall be furious in my shell, whims
And the hand with a variable compresses the sheet, then the knife.
I did not love you so much long happy
And now I do not cut the code of your pale leather.