Текст песни Эсчевский - Живым

I have nothing to say simply, I can not answer
And you ask so do not write anymore.
I'm not bored
Just a bad memory, just a little tired.
Eyes the color of blood, I do not go to sleep again in the morning
While you sleep, I wrote in the overdose of the senses
I never dedicate a song, only one
And it may be the last time you like that for love
I will not tell you not a word, not read in the eyes
Hiding under the table, from sadness to obscure dreams
Tell me that was missing and I'm ready to forgive you,
But remember you floors in high-rise buildings
Only she would understand and be someone else
And I have broken in the spring with these feelings for love
For some drugs, AIDS on the track and in the post
It is a pity that it is not with you and sorry that this is all a dream.