Текст песни Аля Кудряшова - Решка и орел

Words hard - it will not be any.
I'm scared to be loved.
Not to cry, suffer and suffer,
And that somewhere they sang and waited somewhere.
Not that they cursed me from the windows,
Not to write, but to save me
From a terrible dream, from sorrow and pain,
From a quarrel with yourself, from someone else's love.
I will console the weak, balm,
I'm scared to be kept safe,
Praised for the cause, scolded for new things,
So that next to me stood at the bus stop,
Not to turn pale, seeing me not with those,
Not that in bed, because I'm not about the bed,
Not that I was covered on a blanket,
And to steal apples with me.
Keep me a glorious god from any sadness
I'm scared to be met
From work, that at night affectionately kissed,
So that early in the morning the door was closed behind me.
I'm not likely to be any better, I'll fix something,
I'm not likely to cook, wash and darn,
I will be afraid of mice, darkness and blood,
But if they catch us, I'll cover it.
The Lord came up with a sparrow, a deer
I thought of running, of burning fire, of eating logs,
Pine - grow, clinging to the roots of the ground,
Snake - crawl, tail spreading greens.
Me - good dreams to serve yours,
Keep your name, your beautiful name.
I know this, I do not know why I need
Such a simple purpose.
I will leave the house, hands in the pockets of sunu,
The frost draws a funny drawing on the puddles.
The morning is flung open with blue gates
And I so need to be loved.
Tired. Tired. Tired. Tired.
I would die now, perhaps, if someone asked.
I would be happy, but do not ask,
The wind is fast, and the time is autumn,
South-south, east-west, this tree is Igrasila.
There are no words. There are no words. There are no words. There are no words.
I'm hanging on a thin line, I'm catching her day catch.
Senjka is a hat, a wolf is a fish,
I'm a stupid postcard:
The text written blindly, and a jammed corner.
One hundred things. One hundred things. One hundred things. One hundred things.
I'm sitting here, as if I've been sitting here forever.
A book in the mouth, a snout in a book,
There is no me and you dream of me,
Even in the eternal mechanism there is the concept of "limit".
There is a house. It's a cat. He does not sleep, he scratches the floor,
I sail to meet him, the world is greeting me,
The cat is hungry and clawed.
Food - to warm, a cat - to squeeze,
More I can not imagine the front of the work for today.
Tick-on. Tick-on. Tick-on. Tick-on.
I try to live differently, but everything goes like this.
Yin is longer, yang is shorter,
That is, the day is shorter than the night,
After shirt in the closet polezesh - here's your guten tag.
Wait, believe, climb through. Does not come out - then quit,
Lived together, lived side by side, lived badly, lived apart,
Broken, bent
The branches in our Igrasrail,
And the autumn remains will be wrapped around Uroboros.
I'm sir. The world is blue. Brisk air, sweet cider,
Every day is rich in meetings, which I did not ask for.
Igdrasili, Igdrasili,
I'll go out on Power,
Maybe there is still an electrosleep for me.
I was bad. And now I'm small and frail.
Belated dandelion, hello, Osoviachim,
Brightly shine windows-niches,
There is no me and you dream of me.
Drops fall so rarely that home came dry.