Текст песни Сергей Чурсин - Любовь на стекле
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Сейчас я прихожу к ней только когда она спит. Я сажусь к ней на кровать, я вдыхаю её запах. Я не могу плакать. Я не умею. Но я чувствую боль. Не физическую, а душевную. Все эти восемь лет она встречает Новый год одна. Она садится у окна, наливает в бокал шампанского и плачет. Еще я знаю, что она продолжает писать мне записки на окнах. Каждый день. Но я не могу их прочитать, потому что от моего дыхания окно не запотеет.
Прошлый новый год был необычным. Не хочу рассказывать вам секреты потусторонней жизни, но я заслужил одно желание. Я мечтал прочитать её последнюю надпись на стекле. И когда она заснула, я долго сидел у её кровати, я гладил её волосы, я целовал её руки... А потом подошел к окну. Я знал, что у меня получится, я знал, что смогу увидеть её послание - и я увидел. Она оставила для меня одно слово <ОТПУСТИ>
Этот Новый год будет последний, который она проведет в одиночестве. Я получил разрешение на свое последнее желание, в обмен на то, что я больше никогда не смогу к ней прийти и больше никогда её не увижу. В этот новогодний вечер, когда часы пробьют полночь, когда вокруг все будут веселиться и поздравлять друг друга, когда вся вселенная замрет в ожидании первого дыхания, первой секунды нового года, она нальет себе в бокал шампанского, пойдет к окну и увидит надпись <ОТПУСКАЮ>." "I died almost 9 years ago. But I am writing to you not to tell you how I lives here. I am writing to tell you my story. The story of my great love. And I want to say that love never dies. Even at that light. even if it is trying to kill him, even if it will want you. Love does not die. Never. We met on 31 December. I was going to celebrate the New year with his third wife at their old friends. My life before its appearance was so useless and unnecessary, that very often I ask myself: & lt; why I live & gt; Work Yes, I liked what I was doing family I very much wanted to have children, but I did not have them I now understand the meaning of my life was?.?. -. in anticipation of this meeting, I do not want to describe it rather, I just can not describe it, so that you really understand what it is because every letter, every line of my letter is impregnated with love for her and for every eyelash that fell from.. her sad eyes, for every tear I was ready to give everything. So, it was on 31 December. I immediately realized that was missing. If she came alone, I would not hesitate to his third wife and would come up to her in the first moment of our meeting. But she was not alone. Next to her was my best friend. Familiar they were just a couple of weeks, but out of his mouth, I heard about it a lot of interesting things. So, now that I saw her. When the chimes struck, and had a toast, I went to the window. From my breath misted the window and I had written: & lt; LOVE & gt ;. Away away, and the inscription on the eyes disappeared. Then again, it was a feast, toasts. For an hour I went back window. I breathed on it, and saw the inscription & lt; & gt ;. YOUR My knees buckled, a few seconds, stopped breathing ... Love comes only once. And that person understands immediately. Everything that happened in my life up to this day - was tinsel, sleep, delirium. A lot of words have this phenomenon. But my life began precisely at the New Year's Eve, because I knew I could see in her eyes that this day - also the first day in her life. On January we moved to the hotel, and planned to buy a small corner. We have made a habit of writing each other notes on the windows. I wrote to her & lt; thou - my dream & gt ;. She said, & lt; Just do not wake up & gt!; The most secret desires we left the windows in the hotel, in the car, at friends' houses. We've been together for two months. Then I was gone.
Now I come to her only when she sleeps. I sit down on her bed, I inhale her scent. I can not cry. I can not. But I feel the pain. Not physical, but mental. All these eight years, she meets a new year. She sits by the window, pours a glass of champagne and crying. I also know that she continues to write me notes on the windows. Everyday. But I can not read them because of my breathing window does not mist over.
The last new year was unusual. I do not want to tell you the secrets of the afterlife, but I deserved one wish. I wanted to read her latest writing on the glass. And when she fell asleep, I sat a long time in her bed, I stroked her hair, I kissed her hands ... And then went to the window. I know that I can make, I knew I could see her letter - and I saw. She left me for one word & lt; LET & gt;
This New Year will be the last, that it would hold alone. I got permission to his last wish, in exchange for something that I'll never be able to come to her and never see her again. In this New Year's Eve, when the clock strikes midnight, when all around have fun and congratulate each other when the whole universe will freeze in anticipation of the first breath, the first second of the new year, it will pour his glass of champagne, go to the window and see the inscription & lt; Letting Go & gt ;. "
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