Текст песни Павел Фахртдинов - Мы так долго...

Winter evening exhales hazy blue
From insomnia, words fall in lumps
So diligently we tore the screens of dreams,
That now, perhaps, never get enough sleep
The devil is stuck in my subcortex with a thermometer,
He is played by fate, then by faces
We let the feeling go down the wind for so long that now only intuition remained.

Although it was hardly worth thinking about it
But the beat of the heart unbends the edges of the arc
We tried so long to live our own way
That now we no longer remember each other.