Текст песни Дима Карташов - Хочу иначе

White and black,
Fire, smoke,
You and I - antonyms.
This is what we destroyed, broken.
As if we - are two of the abyss in the figure of the moon.
I am guilty, but I do not feel guilty.
The word "forgive" fly away like a wall.
The dark and light - the two sides.
Dust in the eyes, when in the words of so much water.
Your eyes and mind, which became painfully native.
Half empty, half full.
They want to say something important, but the lips are mute.
Between us the distance as from Moscow to the Neva.
The rule of our game - not to commit fouls,
But you played on the little things, and I went to all in.
We were not equal, the chances were slim.
I grew up with you, but staying young.