Singer: Alexander Bashlachev

I was tired today. Today has become obedient.
But we should not praise indifferent and boring.
And not worth the trouble your idle grace
What's wrong with me? Nonsense... Nothing happened.
Chain long sleep unbroken and durable.
In the square window the night gives way to night.
In this slow dream me as a single award
All stones lying parched truth.
Finely smoldering fire... Finally, I am calm.
Dust my hopes erased I the cold hand
And fell asleep until morning. And the next morning had a dream
All that was yesterday, yeah with me
Didn't happen.

No those who are not worthy of love.

Time for another parallel
Drafts breaks through the cracks.

And thunders rattle, Yes, inside all empty.
Bored of listening a hundred times! - annoying, even a fairy tale.
So no I would wait until count to a hundred.
Better than to hear seven times - once to say
Or sing, but not to sdoit, and to build, to cook, to prove
But this tale you have to smell the hint.
To the tighter knit to the tighter knit,
Need to feel the closeness of the interchanges.

After all, it does not matter - what dies,
It's much more important for what was born.

Yes, I would be able to survive if it were not such a simple job - to live...

Light warm beam believe even animals.

My head is the junction of Railways.

It makes no sense to go if the main thing - not to fall.

Everything will be, is just not want.

Let go of my sins! I don't remember the prayers.
If you want verses pray for forgiveness sins,
But tell me this - I love because it hurts,
Or it hurts because you love?

This town slides and changing the names.
This address long time ago someone thoroughly erased.
This street is not, and it doesn't buildings
Where the night reigns Absolute Watchman.

Love is like chimes behind hours,
And persistent fear of strangers is addresses.
Love is the sun, which sees the sunset.
This is me, this is your unknown soldiers.

Love is what I do right and wrong,
And only love gives me that right.