Текст песни boombox ft. баста - эта любовь не дожила до утра

the reality is:
empty hallway, smoke in the hall
nights at the computer. and I am crushed
the dumb light of our pink lamp
there is almost no taste of tenderness in the bathroom
music to the fullest, dirty glasses
tormented strings of a faithful guitar
details which are not. my memories
at night it seemed to me that you hugged me
our house became a concrete box on time short
you start a new life. I'm damned
I hear your steps in the kitchen. your measured whisper
make music louder not to go crazy so
take and say "get home"
the sun that we created cools down
and dust on the shelves for a long time.
you just forgive me my pain
and your love that was killed together

this love did not live until morning
and before winter she did not live
and winding a considerable mileage
she went away to look for another paradise
this love did not live up to the family
and she didn’t live to see the children
to the hairs did not live gray
then it rained cold

I remember every detail
these slides poison memory but I'm leafing through
hoping to catch a fabulous paradise for a moment
in which all our secrets are hidden
we just left it in the past
in spite of the fact that she was trembling
and for good you were not ready. Yes, I am too
but our holy temple is desolate and abandoned
no tears. dehydrated too hard
this lie cuts in half like scissors
and you tried to reach me sometimes
but still could not get the password
I am again called to be alone with the stars
all our signs were not recognized
this dream is broken by callousness, biting, rods
it is scattered carelessly on roses on the asphalt

this love did not live until morning
and before winter she did not live
and winding a considerable mileage
she went away to look for another paradise
this love did not live up to the family
and she didn’t live to see the children
to the hairs did not live gray
then it rained cold