Текст песни С. Фомин - Ощущения лжи

Am F E

I lost wanderer of your soul,
Your cup is full, but not to drink ever.
You are born feeling lies in me,
And try to leave kill the first snow.

First snow underfoot draws your trail,
Such as I was - one of those.
They say that love - is the subject,
He intended us to joy and comfort.

And for those who were once close to me,
Dreams come true they have them all right.
Here she lives unfolded wall
And I'm all alone, but it will be more and more ..

And another year flashed outside the window
Alternate endless stupid changes.
We still believe in our "later"
But we are afraid to get out of their own walls ...

I forgot the exile of your soul,
Your cup is empty, the drinking to the bottom ..
In truth it neither left nor lie,
And now you're alone, you're alone again ...

One .. one ..