Текст песни
July smoke over cold ashes
We burned bridges and counted debts
You called me your destiny
And memory burned out everything it could
The sky reflected in the shards of puddles
The one we wanted to reach so badly
We believed in what never was
And forgot how to forgive
Melted plastic of empty bottles
The last campfire will burn out in the night
Between us — a concrete fence of scraps
Of those words, no matter how you scream
No sound!
Shards of a mirror summer!
We broke it. Into pieces
Instead of an answer — a cold wind
And ash in tired eyes
We got lost in this light
Burning out on takeoff in someone else's dreams!
A hundred years will pass, and July is still the same
Only a crack right down the middle of the mirror
Nothing can multiply this pain anymore
We lost everything to time and to each other
Our train left for another station
And we stayed behind to smoke
The end of our youth maximalism
We lost. To the dream
Shards of a mirror summer!
We broke it. Into pieces
Instead of an answer — a cold wind
And ash in tired eyes
We got lost in this light
Burning out on takeoff in someone else's dreams!
On a rusty bench by the entrance
The grass by the fence in oily grime
Everything that burned inside us back then
Was long ago gathered and burned down
Ticket stubs, empty packs
The hallway tiles and the smell of dampness
We thought it was takeoff, but it's just a storm
And completely burnt-out candles
Shards of a mirror summer!
We broke it. Into pieces
Instead of an answer — a cold wind
And ash in tired eyes
We got lost in this light
Burning out on takeoff in someone else's dreams!
It's dark in the stairwell, the bulb was unscrewed
Back in early spring
You threw a couple of years of life at my back
And I dissolved in the shadow of the wall
Ticket stubs, empty cigarette packs
The hallway tiles, the smell of moisture
We waited for takeoff, but hit a storm
And the last candles are burning down
Shards of a mirror summer!
We broke it. Into pieces
Instead of an answer — a cold wind
And ash in tired eyes
We got lost in this light
Burning out on takeoff in someone else's dreams!
July smoke over cold ashes
We burned bridges and counted debts
You called me your destiny
And memory burned out everything it could
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