There is illusive world behind glass layer Where at times lose the meaning of word Where isn't present дыханья, contacts of hands Where the enemy your friend can appear. You live in this world day by day, In electronic soul only hope storing That sometime this world becomes real, Or will simply leave dots farewell. Under charms of words the consciousness revives, Creating dream of destiny in the world behind the looking-glass, And let whisper shivering lips I "like", You run from the deceit Universe, I ask... You have lost for a long time the real life, in vague consciousness the thought Only pulses to Make so that flesh have found all words That bodies have each other concerned enamoured. But again your fingers concern keys, Type I "like" also you don't understand That your love - shade of the unreal world That, didn't think that, to itself has created idol. Under charms of words the consciousness revives, Creating dream of destiny in the world behind the looking-glass, And let write shivering fingers I "like", Virtuality will destroy all your tenderness.
You switch off the computer - to breathe more difficultly. Morning almost and for a long time it is necessary to sleep, But you are ready again in this world to break, With virtuality not to leave any more. But the reality will catch up, you know one That you should breathe and already for this purpose That in thought up world to remain, there to live, And for life, for this love, it is necessary to pay. Under charms of words the consciousness fades, You dream of destiny in the world behind the looking-glass, And let thoughts are weaved into word I "like", You already understand the error. Minutes depart, are weaved in days, You do is more senior and they are more senior, In loneliness you while away the century And somewhere expensive person has left. It in reality with someone, but you again wait, Though know that feelings - naive lie, But after all you are far from it to check up, Remains to you only in this deceit to believe. The consciousness dies of bitterness of words, And know, not last you the world behind the looking-glass slave. Yes, painfully, but remember that you not one Who has fallen into web traps of artful network...