Текст песни голос в подъезде - теория маятников

the fate of the holding arm,
then kisses the cold blade of a skull.
I do not feel the sound of the heart,
but I hear the creaking of my favorite
childhood swing ...
mind repeats: "Run"
but his feet firmly on the ground are,
I was looking for. and I found love,
but I loved the solitude.
Take away the laughter,
Leave the mothers tears.
life told me:
"It is easy to find
be ready
to lose. "
and here we smoke. We produce steam.
as opposed to passing couples we are silent.
the memory will remain of a good time.
smile - a couple of wrinkles.
and here I stand alone.
the temptation to go back
back on the next hot.
inside - does not hurt,
inside - does not hurt,
apparently confused love again
with persistence.

and I do not feel the sound of the heart,
but I could clearly hear the rhythm
feelings of dying waltz.
Kohl said that he will leave,
leave.
Kohl told you "good-bye"
be ready
forever
say goodbye.