Текст песни Flaer Smin - Больше Не Гаснет Свет
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Глаза всё ищут чей-то образ среди прохожих.
Руки трясутся каждый раз, листая в слезах фото.
И помнит память голос тот, привычный и знакомый.
Силуэт женщины, уходящий из детдома.
Во что ты превратилась, на что ты променяла.
Искала хоть меня, словом добрым вспоминала.
Запросто украла детство, бросив на произвол.
Стала мне врагом, твой друг - алкоголь.
Пленка кассеты крутит днями Ласковый Май.
Под них я забывалась, хотелось убежать.
Из этих серых стен, от монотонных ритмов жизни.
Но кому я там нужна, за обложкой своей книги.
Всем стало всё равно, делили поровну.
Кусочки хлеба в голод мы, снег согревал по холоду.
И никому детские доводы не западали в душу.
Про то, что жить хотим как те, кто смеется снаружи.
В сердце запала сцена, как в 2000 весной.
Приходили муж с женой за своей давней мечтой.
Иметь приемного ребенка, Бог обделил своими.
И глаза сверкали их, когда они с ним уходили.
Так проходили дни, осень казалась длинной.
Я становилась грустной, нервной, безразличной.
Меньше ребята интересовали и игрушки.
А за окном всё рушили, сны терзали ночью душу.
Тебе б меня понять, прожить одни хоть сутки.
Как будто заключенный, под контролем моешь руки.
Чтоб не сойти со скуки, носились в коридорах.
Но воспитатели кричали, заводили в комнаты.
А время взяло своё, услышал Бог молитвы.
Я помню, как они мне подарили перспективы.
И будто серый фильм, всё остальное кроме.
Я зачеркну, как страшный сон, воспоминанья о детдоме.
Больше не гаснет свет в моём тоннеле, нет.
Больше не держит груз павших тех детских лет.
Душа хочет понять одно, за что всё было это.
И если ты ко мне придёшь, для меня тебя нету.
Больше не гаснет свет в моём тоннеле, нет.
Больше не держит груз павших тех детских лет.
Душа хочет понять одно, за что всё было это.
И если ты ко мне придёшь, для меня тебя нету.
Пусть будет сложно жить за этой слепой стеной.
Придет момент, когда сведет судьба меня с тобой.
Я постараюсь уловить в глазах капли сожаленья.
Но назову я мамой ту, кто полюбил всем сердцем.
Everyone is looking for someone's image among passersby.
Hands shake every time, leafing in tears photo.
And remembers the voice memory is the familiar and familiar.
Silhouette of a woman outgoing from the orphanage.
What have you turned to what you have traded.
I was looking for at least me, I remembered the word good.
It was easily stolen by childhood, throwing on arbitrariness.
I became an enemy, your friend is alcohol.
The cassette film turns the daisy May.
Under them I was forgotten, I wanted to escape.
Of these gray walls, from monotonous rhythms of life.
But who I need it, behind the cover of my book.
Everyone has become all the same, divided equally.
Slices of bread in hunger we, the snow warmed on the cold.
And no one kids arguments were in the soul.
About the fact that we want to live like those who laugh outside.
In the heart smelled the scene, as in 2000 in the spring.
Husband came with his wife for his long-standing dream.
Have a foster child, God has sentenced it.
And the eyes sparkled them when they left him.
So passed days, the autumn seemed long.
I became sad, nervous, indifferent.
Less guys interested and toys.
And the window all ruined, the dreams were tormented at night.
You understand me, live one at least a day.
As if the prisoner, under control, wake your hands.
So as not to get off the boredom, wearing in the corridors.
But the teachers shouted, started in the room.
And the time took his own, heard the god of prayer.
I remember how they gave me prospects.
And as if the gray film, everything else except.
I will cross, like a terrible dream, remembering an orphanage.
No longer goes out the light in my tunnel, no.
No longer holds the cargo of the fallen years of children.
The soul wants to understand one thing for which everything was.
And if you come to me, there is no you for me.
No longer goes out the light in my tunnel, no.
No longer holds the cargo of the fallen years of children.
The soul wants to understand one thing for which everything was.
And if you come to me, there is no you for me.
Let it be difficult to live behind this blind wall.
The moment will come when the fate of me is with you.
I will try to catch a drop in the eyes of a drop.
But I'll call my mom with the one who loved with all my heart.
Hands shake every time, leafing in tears photo.
And remembers the voice memory is the familiar and familiar.
Silhouette of a woman outgoing from the orphanage.
What have you turned to what you have traded.
I was looking for at least me, I remembered the word good.
It was easily stolen by childhood, throwing on arbitrariness.
I became an enemy, your friend is alcohol.
The cassette film turns the daisy May.
Under them I was forgotten, I wanted to escape.
Of these gray walls, from monotonous rhythms of life.
But who I need it, behind the cover of my book.
Everyone has become all the same, divided equally.
Slices of bread in hunger we, the snow warmed on the cold.
And no one kids arguments were in the soul.
About the fact that we want to live like those who laugh outside.
In the heart smelled the scene, as in 2000 in the spring.
Husband came with his wife for his long-standing dream.
Have a foster child, God has sentenced it.
And the eyes sparkled them when they left him.
So passed days, the autumn seemed long.
I became sad, nervous, indifferent.
Less guys interested and toys.
And the window all ruined, the dreams were tormented at night.
You understand me, live one at least a day.
As if the prisoner, under control, wake your hands.
So as not to get off the boredom, wearing in the corridors.
But the teachers shouted, started in the room.
And the time took his own, heard the god of prayer.
I remember how they gave me prospects.
And as if the gray film, everything else except.
I will cross, like a terrible dream, remembering an orphanage.
No longer goes out the light in my tunnel, no.
No longer holds the cargo of the fallen years of children.
The soul wants to understand one thing for which everything was.
And if you come to me, there is no you for me.
No longer goes out the light in my tunnel, no.
No longer holds the cargo of the fallen years of children.
The soul wants to understand one thing for which everything was.
And if you come to me, there is no you for me.
Let it be difficult to live behind this blind wall.
The moment will come when the fate of me is with you.
I will try to catch a drop in the eyes of a drop.
But I'll call my mom with the one who loved with all my heart.