Алина Герман - По квадратам комнаты - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I write and wash again. I write and wash. I'm so afraid to lose all my words on the squares of this room. I am too few rhymes. When there is no rhyme, prose takes a step forward. And then I begin to pour out all my oceans, to release all my whales in order to fill these lines with liters of my deep -hearted state. With thin fingers, fingering the strings in the hope of finding a new motive in order to overturn all your crowded soul there, I am desperately in search of rhymes to throw immanent torment. I write and wash. I wash and write again. Minus minute. Minus hour. Soon the storm in me will be replaced by a lull. Need to wait. Tulips blossomed. And in a vase and in my soul, in the last they blossomed from the moment ... Well, you know what I mean. I know how much before you. But this is so little, when compared with our souls, that these numbers do not mean anything at all. Lose any meaning of my word. I want to take it. Twist. But somewhere nearby. Somewhere in the lines. I write and wash. I write and wash ...