Текст песни olyapyatkova - холодный май

Another cold may,
Ground corrosion from the inside.
But I'm not sorry at all -
I do not dream of love.
I want only to see dreams about
How sad it becomes sad.
So it should be in this city,
Where there are no goals.

Sense of loneliness
Such a nasty.
How can this be considered something beautiful?
When you are alone
And do not know who to tell about
How is everything in the world terrible

After all, people are used to sharing bad,
Without thinking how much is there in the world of good,
Let's sit down a little in the kitchen,

Thoughts from the past

Another cold may,
Ground corrosion from the inside.
But I'm not sorry at all -
I do not dream of love.
I want only to see dreams about
How sad it becomes sad.
So it should be in this city,
Where there are no goals.

Lost - you will not find.
Such a rule.
People go and do not return.
And if you understand
That you suddenly left -
Don't try to gather any ruins
In their thoughts

After all, it does not happen
So does not happen
Just write this parliament
And go to bed.

Another cold may,
Ground corrosion from the inside.
But I'm not sorry at all -
I do not dream of love.
I want only to see dreams about
How sad it becomes sad.
So it should be in this city,
Where there are no goals.