Текст песни Тоскавлегких - фантомные объятья.

Hundredth time turning to you
Thoughts try to pour out
Convey something important.
But as always, losing the logic of the thread.

Hundredth time I'm trying to reach you,
Straits and metaphors.
I am trying somewhere in your limits to stay,
But you continue to kill so hard words.

Again in the wasteland I write letters.
Mnimo again touches your lips.
Again your signs in space I am looking for.

I'm not scary
And not even a shame.
Emotions were extinct somehow.
And from reality it became empty.

Maybe because the addressee is already dead.
Or because he is not doing
Up to the number of reversed poems.
Or maybe not even suspect of stacks
Dedicated to him lines.

But no matter how much I have suffered,
How many notebooks have not yet written
I will be every damn night
You are pantomically hugging ...