Текст песни и быть может - всё.

we all paint rhymes about love, that's ok
someone writes in a notebook, well, someone writes in an iPhone,
someone scratches the last row with a knife
there are at least a million of us here

he writes the unspeakable on the misted glass
while, flickering backs, carries the car into the distance
and sometimes anyone else is in his place
but everything passes, everything passes and this disease

no more than age. we all like it so much
go crazy time after time turning life into a movie
go out of my way, pretend that we care
because only the feeling of pain means that you are alive

means that the heart beats, flaring up with fire
magma flows in our veins, and it rules everything
do what you want, love is the only law
once upon a time this slogan remained incomprehensible

witnessed that shouted guilty boy
who stole flowers from the store. So silly
salt the wound, but he wanted to give
their girl Lena, and show your creations. tragedy.

and with each passing year they hit you in the face
circumstances are stronger, just believe you will one day
one of those boring adults that I hated so much
the heart of a teenager burns out without a trace. you will find a way out.

or rather, you will forget about him, and this is in the order of things
why do you need a way out if you have arranged everything with hard work
and what once seemed so distant ominous
smash your cozy world to pieces like an asteroid

but you won't even notice it, because the replacement is ready
everything is planned in advance, everything is on schedule
and in an instant, a crazy rave turns into a family dinner
I say the obvious, but this is the prescription

and again five in the morning. silence. the same unfamiliar world.
because life is something that seems to be not with you
call heaven, so I know exactly why this circus
but for some reason no one picks up the phone again, hang up

casting is over, you were not cast in the lead role
the script was written in such a way that none of us was taken
and there is no need for persuasion, the meaning of prayers has long been lost
we will definitely meet wherever I go - spring.

it seems to me that newborns cry at birth
from the realization that suddenly reincarnated into a person
and before their eyes the open mouth of fate, which is ridiculous
chews and spits you straight into the abyss of existence

you can't get out of here, and it's much worse than love
this is not the pain of loss, but an empty, oppressive something
and no songs about this, so louder laugh
there is nothing to feel sorry for yourself, everyone is so sick, because

it's easier to ignore what cannot be defeated is a fact
suffer while you can still feel, one day hearse
will come for everyone. and the last words will be written on the epitaph
I certainly knew it would happen, but so quickly and so?

and I would share everything with you, but do not divide by zero
not a fluorescent lamp, something burned out in me
but I set goals, touch the quick, give spectacles
I will tell others about love, and much more skillfully.

and maybe this is the very last verse, nevertheless
no matter how pathetic it sounds, but every end is a beginning
the death of your teenager cannot be hidden in a dugout
the line is drawn - goodbye, thanks, however.
signature. dash.