Текст песни Стас Журбин - Обломки

It's just the wind outside the window
Chasing our senses wreckage
These statements were a chur loud
I'm not the one who when it used to be. It was ..

Naive, a little child
At the stop with an umbrella on the roof rain ringing
Like your voice
But I was little, I ask the same question

You ... why everything is so dull?
From pohuizma on his face he did not even flinch a muscle
"It is not clear why so empty inside '
Your lungs filled with thick smoke again.

Your view out the window
A cigarette smolders slowly
This sleepless night makes it clear one
Where the sebalos our fun.

And without hesitation picking up speed
Hurrying to where I do not wait for a long time
I appeared, and so did not significantly disappear
Just to see your eyes.

Yes, long gone passion
We stop believing that you can put things back
Again, N-th sense of - start
Just do not want to run.

You tell me I, like quite a few lived
Why all these promises, lies with the gut?
I understand we have a lot of questions
But where the same lies an answer ..

I will not see you
Do not be afraid of loud screams behind the wall
It's just the wind outside the window
Chasing our senses debris.