Текст песни Джек Абатуров - Исповедь

I wrote not a letter,
A confession.

Cover eye.
Left the apartment.
Stairs Straighhed.
I wanted to talk about
What no longer knew.
I wanted to talk about
How no longer lived.

I wrote not a letter,
A confession.

Saw God -
How Latal is unsuccessfully hole
And cut the harness.
Accompanied the faded look
Tram in the depot.
From the package at night raked on the table
sesame.
How sat in the cold kitchen.
Read poems.
Got used to the emptiness of the July heat
be sick.
And caught pre-ordered sail
on the lens.
I loved this world.
I longed to look at him.

And wrote not a letter,
A confession.

Believed
What love turned into beads from turquoise.
But crumbled June heavenly chisel.
And the hope of happiness was bursting,
as a bubble.
I stood and looked at the stars.
I ate a seal.
I watched the neighbor's dog on the bushes
Rug.
Calculated who on the euro title
bombardier.
Remembered sweet taste
Jam from Alychi.

I wrote not a letter,
A confession.

Five weeks.
And, like a pendulum, flashed
From the wall to the wall.
My thoughts covered with a dense raid
Flower.
I - as a valuable leaf - lost
And lost in price.

I could not talk prayers
And did not know the psalrty.
The taste of hope in the mouth was similar
almond.

I cherished in myself endless
shame.
I love you.

I love you.
I like.