Текст песни Mr.True-Man - Где-то вдали

The room, the stars, the night, the silence
it is time to sleep but in my head it
laughing eyes that's why I can not sleep
pen, notebook, a blank page!
...
Hello dear, I am writing to you again
I do not sit here not chose the most correct words
quiet night bewitched in his thoughts packed
hell for you miss, and it is the basis of the text
I hrevono kayfovo me I do not have a
in my head a mess and I myself the true wimp
yes it is but the history is
interest in one thin girlfriend and that my gut!
As a long time ago when there was a small
life my heart to you pegged
a long time did not attend the courage points
but still was vprostorah cinema? ... remember?
my sms I love you
his play after a few glances at the moon
but suddenly your move and everything went down
No! it is not the end ... only time potanul

dark night, the light is not lit.
you from me, somewhere in the distance
but ... but my thee-soaked days
while helpless not be forgotten

year two flame seems to be extinguished
but again you see how beautiful you are
me .... It would seem all clear
lost the spark, but the heart does not agree
the passage of time changes everything over the years,
Now grown up and have become what used to be with us
sun stars amethyst was warm winds
and the love-child for good memories
small steps walked up said hi
smile from ear to ear, and good afternoon to answer
all the attention on you around the world if there were no
I enjoy talking but suddenly blinded me light!
I have to go very important things
Well, you call it there we are all still friends
nod my head yes of course yes
but inside me cry do not want to be a friend to me !!!

dark night, the light is not lit.
you from me, somewhere in the distance
but ... but my thee-soaked days
while helpless not be forgotten

summer ... kind of good life
favorite girl-developing slowly
and I even would say that the whole soul is pleased
but that's what I did not do your desired bold step
I just enjoy your photos VKontakte
and sad that I did not in the arms of the other one
and so on until the end of his life the night, the silence
until the morning of her poems ... laughter and eyes

dark night, the light is not lit.
you from me, somewhere in the distance
but ... but my thee-soaked days
while helpless not be forgotten