Текст песни Ночной город - 3D звук
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- Ну рассказывай, чего ты тут раскричался? Спросил человек с седыми волосами, возраст которого было сложно определить. Одновременно казалось, что он и молод и стар. Одет он был в строгий костюм, а воротник белой рубашки был расстегнут. Галстук был почти развязан, и держался на шее никак чудом.
Артем не услышал, как к нему подошел этот мужчина. Почему то хотелось говорить. Этот человек у парня вызывал какие то теплые чувства. Как будто кто-то родной стоит перед ним. Давно Артем не ощущал такого.
- Я тоскую по прошлому. Безумно тоскую. По прошлому, которого у меня не было. Потому, что я сам себя лишил его, не сделав то, что хотел.
- Прошлого нет, ответил молодой старик. И будущего нет. Есть только настоящее, только в настоящем ты можешь жить. Есть ты и я, но нет тех нас, которые были секунду назад, нет и тех нас, которые должны быть через секунду. Зачем портить себе настоящее тоской о том, чего нет? У тебя есть жизнь, великий дар, не спускай ее зря? Жизнь дается один раз, проживи ее правильно.
- В том то и дело, что я прожил ее не…
Артем поймал себя на мысли, что никого рядом нет. Промелькнула мысль о сумасшествии. Не страшно, подумал парень и пошел прочь от этого места. Нужно было идти домой, безумно хотелось спать...
(Левитин Глеб) Megalopolis at night is filled with people. They are literally everywhere. They move themselves along the shop windows and neon signs. Light advertising allows you to see a bit of their faces, they, as well as day express nothing, absolutely nothing. Go by simply burying look forward and all. You might think that it happened that something incredible, they do not change their expression. Alien invasion choke, only one unconcerned and indifferent eyes of these people. And there was one man among this gray mass. Sneakers, blue jeans, a sweatshirt and a sad sight. Lowering his head, he walked just ahead, not thinking where can wander. By the noise of passing cars, added the occasional rumble of thunder. Periodically huge lightning cut the sky. Each new time, woven into intricate patterns, they resembled the lush trees. That night the whole sky was planted these trees. Lilo and dogs. People became much smaller. Now the guy was moving almost empty street. And those infrequent passers-by, who met on the road, then ran to the shops, but in a hurry to catch a taxi. Ignoring the rain, he walked and walked. So by hundreds of homes, shops and car parks, past the dozens of nightclubs, where at first glance, very lively, Artyom reached the quay. Reflections of lights on the water just added to the sad music. There was one, just one, as well as the crowd. So, the guy stood at least a couple of hours. Near the bridge more than once I traveled subway, complementing the sound of rain their clatter. Then Artem was filled with rage. Jumped into the water, all that came to hand, he shouted. I shouted with rage, resentment. Himself to blame, he was tired, now the man blamed God. More and no one was to blame. Now, that young man believed in him. Now he must have known that this selfish bastard there. All rolled to the line with exactly the moment when the young man denied the faith. He decided that his own master that he accomplishes his destiny, but he was wrong. The young man threw a challenge to the creator. And I lost. Artem was defeated crushed. This lesson was the most difficult. Although most painful. Everything went downhill. Fired from his job. No idea, which could lead to the success of Man, not embodied, friends turned, she was gone. Nothing remained. Now Artem shouted in a loud voice: "I am lost, I am lost, fucking asshole, do you hear me? But you will never hear me! Of course you are sitting there, somewhere above and play your computer game. Yes, but I do not wanna be your toy! I do not want to hear me? ". Yes, although I blame anyone. Always I myself was to blame for everything, and now, nothing has changed. How do I tortured it all!
- Well, tell me, what are you then started shouting? I asked the man with gray hair, whose age was difficult to determine. At the same time it seemed that he and the young and old. He was dressed in a formal suit and white shirt collar was unbuttoned. The tie was almost decoupled, and held on the neck does a miracle.
Artem I not heard how he was approached by this man. Why is it like to speak. This man is a guy called what that warm feeling. It was as if someone is home in front of him. Long ago Artem did not feel like that.
- I long for the past. Insanely miss. In the past, which I did not. Because I myself deprived him of not doing what I wanted.
- The past is not, replied the young man. And there is no future. There is only the present, but in this you can live. There is you and me, but there is those of us who were a second ago, and since we do not have that need to be in a second. Why spoil your present anguish about what is not? Do you have a life, a great gift, keep it in vain? Life is given once, living it right.
- The fact of the matter is that I have not lived it ...
Artem caught myself thinking that there is no one near. He flashed the thought of madness. Do not be scared, I thought the guy and walked away from this place. We had to go home, incredibly sleepy ...
(Gleb Levitin)
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