Алина Сваровски - Змея - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

More than love - the pointlessness of looking for meaning in banal phrases - I was preserved in alcohol like a snake placed in a jar to contemplate - all the events that outside my vacuum happened in spite of

kilometers of absolutely identical words, stanzas, rhymes, rhythms

and carefree meaningless signs,

ironically intended to punctuate.

I eagerly caught the dresses passing by with my eyes -

their perfect cut, density of fabric and shine of accessories -

a crucifix played against the sun in the depths of the neckline -

and I was only part of its structure.

the words floated in waves creating a funnel of no-may

and it was as if I was dumb and opened my mouth, but it escaped from my tonsils

noise - in my lungs the words created the illusion of a storm -

without having time to escape and drown

money-wise women and jaded men.

feelings pierced, stirred up young shoots in me -

I am neither a woman, nor a girl, nor a mother, nor a daughter, nor a sister -

I am a snake, my heart is sweet dark goo - my mind is

tongue split by the shovel of the Court -

I know a lot, I see a lot -

but I will never return to super-love.