Текст песни парень из соседней комнаты - прошу, вернись
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все только потому, что для меня ты значишь слишком много.
вернись на верный путь, ты выбрала не ту дорогу.
вернись, прошу, я так скучаю.
как пустая кружка по не заваренному чаю.
как потерянная перчатка по другой перчатке.
так сильно по тебе скучаю. Outside the window plays the guitar the sun, and in the shower a strong rain howls. So painful to realize that you almost do not love, do not expect. I still see you in beautiful paintings of a street artist, I hear your words in every gesture imprinted on a cheap canvas. Paints whisper to me as far as you were happy. You know, maybe I'm crazy, or I can hear this whisper because I'm drunk. While I was hiding my tears in my sleeves while sitting on a dilapidated bench, I realized that no wine would remove all the pain from my face. The snow melted between us, and the heart seemed to crackle every time you saw. All of this recalling now I realized that there is no more room in my sleeves. Tears have already formed huge puddles all over the park. And I, breaking into thousands of fragments, broke camp on a well-trimmed lawn. Rain is coming. I was sitting under the strong pressure of ice like your heart of water, and saw a film shot on my eyes. The budget of this film, which was enough until today, was three words - "I love you." You know, after I decided to hide from the rain all the same and gathered my thoughts, I went to you. I went there, here, there, here. Once thirty overcame the same route in order not to forget where you live. do you know why? Because to forget everything that is connected with you and do not want at all.
All because you mean too much to me.
Return to the right path, you chose the wrong road.
Please, come back, I'm so bored.
Like an empty mug over unbrewed tea.
Like a lost glove on another glove.
So much for you I miss.
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