Текст песни в.понкин - не бывает двух одинаковых людей

once this is over and it will be
Believe soul. it does not need foundation
when each of your voice has long been erased
sorry , do not erase memories

you know , it's like a book that never write
this is a story where the plot is not about us,
where the pages in italics just above
allocate lives of thousands of phrases

where everyone wants to be someone else for one
No one , in turn, changes the role nicely
somehow always drawn to the fact that obviously does not & quot; your & quot;
and not to those hearts we choose passwords

where people change other people
old to new change friends
do not change those immediately forget
but change those more necessary
strange.
just a couple of words and the mystery was not the secret
open heart anyone today - & quot; mainstream & quot;
of course, love - it's cool and not lethal
not at all, when you're not with him.
you know?
not at all, when not permanently
when a couple of days , a month or a year
tomorrow when he will call you mine
you do not be sad , I know it hurts , but it will pass.

and smile through tears - the highest in the world of art
when all the lights inside and it is difficult to see in the eyes
there everyone is so sad
tell the truth and the memory will not delete ?
( as you could ? and something hurts ..)

Yes No I do not hurt, what are you , my dear
look, smile , then all is well
means all, not a bit suffer
means for a long time that was passed
and I wish you
but of you I do not regret .
sorry for the time that was spent in vain
someone leaves , and someone still believes
that every word of it meant something

because the word hug Joneses
and the words do not understand what it means cheating
from words more often warmer
than the touch .
the truth
I'm sorry for being open , I was too simple. I had to burn
I had to burn to finally understood
that there are no two identical women
as there are no people who all happy in life

and I am much pleased and grateful for the many
for what was once very close to spit
when a different story and other roads
thinking about one, continued to look different .

Thank you for the conversation that without skobochek and other
for the trust that so I gave away all
for an infinitely long and lively nights
thank you,
What remains here.
not permanently