Текст песни SL.Gurin - Последний снегопад

not the first time i hear that the smile is not the same
it doesn't hurt, but in the eyes of longing
a little thin .. became .. because of you
my notebook is empty, not a sheet of ink

the last snowfall will erase our footprints
and the month of March will bring feelings of love
who will I be ... who will you be
I hope this is a dream, hurry up, wake me up
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somehow calm although it doesn't hurt much
remember how good it was with you
there were two of us and there were no barriers at all
now every solo is like St. Petersburg and Moscow

look into my eyes there was only truth
my lips did not lie yours many times
change the poles of the numbers on sim cards
who will I become, although I don't care about tomorrow

and the fifth day went into captivity of four walls
my subscriber is not a subscriber alas for everyone
and I would give up broke down I would drink pride
just be weaker than me at least a little

step slowly along the rustling road
just fly your soul straight into the clouds
there is silence there dawn there she is
there is only my freedom until the morning

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the last snowfall will erase our footprints
and the month of March will bring feelings of love
who will I be ... who will you be
I hope this is a dream, hurry up, wake me up
.......................................

it became sad to realize that we are not there
I was left a man who became a loner
all feelings will fall after ashes on the snow
when the relationship will end

I never changed mercy for anger
I didn't even write a small essay about you
he created you from his victories
and my heart does not want to regret it

and I did not think about others and I do not think at all
I often have dreams about our first autumn
how we dependently trembled from touching after
everything changed and lightness crashed to the ground

step slowly along the rustling road
my soul flies straight to the clouds
life is crazy drink it to the dregs
those who have found happiness do not lose
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This is not the first time I hear that the smile is not the same
it doesn't hurt, but a tear on the cheeks
I am writing you a letter, hello, sorry, bye
my notebook is full, the art of loneliness