Текст песни Ви - станция - Тишина
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Silence is a woman with whom she is never bored. She then runs, then slows down the steps. She is not much, but she can understand and listen. Silently returns when tired of being with another. She is sad when she wants to laugh, but she does. When alone, she flies to you to laugh. When you obediently forgive her any offense boldly, She flares in the beauty of the chaotic love notes. What is Silence? Someone's fiction, maybe? Someone's dreams? Dreams? Empty words? What is silence and what should I do, If every day she comes to visit me? Behind the walls the stars are shyly hidden in the sky There was not a day when I would not be tired of waiting ... Only loneliness sometimes screams in mute anger: Silence is not allowed to interrupt ... What is it all the same? Silence or shouting? Old age or youth? An exit or a dead end? Silence ... What is this ..? Tomorrow or infinity? Pity, joy, passion, love or inhumanity? Silence ... When she's close, but not with you, Maybe necessary, maybe completely alien, Maybe narrowed, maybe just passer-by, In every guise different, but like 2 shores similar. Sister of empty solitude - and only ... Their facial features can be recognized when your eyes look at her Not as the fold of purity and duty, Like a girl whose pranks do not distort tears. If a person is sure that he alone Woke up with an empty pity, he was mistaken. Along the loneliness and silence of the split pictures, You wanted to return their prices back - sorry I did not dare. Silence is always a step ahead, always knows What you will learn after hours, or maybe days. Silence, where do you run, if I fall asleep, If hundreds of faces around me and I am among ..? Silence ... We often pronounce her name, Even without thinking, we call her to ourselves. Silence ... And her charm, and a fervent whisper will not cool down As long as she is with me, while she is in me. Silence is the freedom of a prisoner. We are to blame for everything: We need to be a saint in her company. But why does it deprive us of reason, Remaining at least a day near our dreams? Silence ... She is all around: she is with another, she is with another, She is soaring up, she is wandering somewhere nearby, Hides handwritten verses and notes is burning sometimes Blind as if in the snow a mountain ash in a scarlet winter. Silence at the tips of the eyelashes and on the palm, Perfect features of the young body ... Dust keeps my breath under lock and key in the fire of agony Freezes jealousy if I let it in. I drink to the last drop of her tears, Feel the taste, because of what she pours them. I'll go for everything, for her slightest request ... Silence ... She gives me everything and everything steals The lights of the night avenues Flickered with dim light The wind spoke to me In the distance I heard the taste of Silence ...
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