Текст песни Штиль - Проблемы на личном

Falling in love is an island
In a sea of ​​questions
This is the freshest air.
You wonder how simple and easy it is.
But,
Returning after,
I swear I saw tears
In the eyes of these sailors
That's the way I am
On this island just like that
I lost my calm.
Stuck to dry land. Static.
To get better. As a person.
But as usual, as usual.
As usual, the problems are personal.
Chorus:
I lived quietly at home
In principle, I'm happy with everything,
While that supermarket
Didn't meet you and me.
An alarm sounds inside.
All nichrome is out of control.
I'm afraid that between us
Love and all that.

In a T-shirt for growth,
Having tried on glasses from the showcase,
She cast a glance and was asleep.
The player is sticking out of the backpack.
I stand opposite.
Trying to be cool.
I stand opposite.
I breathe like asthma.
I stand opposite.
Trying to be cool.
I stand opposite.
I breathe like asthma.

And I see a garden
What blooms in your eyes
That blooms in my eyes
Just like a couple of years ago.

And this wind
That flips through the strands in your hair
Carries to a new island
Old sails.
Chorus:
I lived quietly at home
In principle, I'm happy with everything,
While that supermarket
Didn't meet you and me.
An alarm sounds inside.
All nichrome is out of control.
I'm afraid that between us
Love and all that.