Текст песни Антенна - На распутье

outside again above zero
Spring is already at the gate
all loved what we are broke
it's our destinies we lord
we are in one room you tambourine with someone
I held her from you in the plate
and as if we were not there we did not observe
bring your attention to us humiliation
I am writing to you is the fifth letter of music
every comma, every syllable as vyzhitogo lemon juice
but you do not drink it to understand why I was not lucky
alas, is not given in a dream again trample sand
Well, here is a man that I am , I find it difficult to say in the face
or afraid to say that no, or no power
hurt , and the pain so much knocking on the temple
when I see how you're happy with it ,
from thinking that you do not care goes cold on the skin
from not knowing what to do soul hurts
it is impossible to hate you
but it is impossible to love hating