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today I'll have to run somewhere you will not be there because it 's another movie concert only seven at the construction site will be five eebya there will be no escape but I still lost my voice and microphone will pick up again at the window zvukach dokuril and sit behind the console that hide backstage - cut unnecessary background in songs today I guys and the songs do not lie and compressed hands and so hard not to break when hatred and anger will become sharp lump in the throat to continue to do something just a little a stay and give yourself the world with each chord ripped off again I wake up when the wind glass tingle yet quiet but do not want to sleep yet try to remember something folded yet again do not need to run somewhere hope autumn flows from the hands of a stranger lowered spring not asked knocking on the window I still think even knocking sounds warm heart but it 's another movie I almost spit on the pride of even the sky was quieter flame beg tablets unfinished chords so simple and so difficult - I want to hear you touch a hot forehead where the left edge in beating ... as sorry that we can not live in a wet spring we shake October and put on last print I just forget the leaves in the fire hissed like a clock to look at you and be silent at the window zvukach dokuril and sit behind the console again I forget about everything I hide things today I'll sing songs and the songs do not lie , I hear a melody for you my heart crumbles refrain - this sound for a long time lost in an endless anthology of wins and losses do not disturb the course of events lined up chain links we get farther with each decision