Марта Яковлева - млт - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"for talking to you, Lord, there is another time, other words, but as usual it is easier for me in my own way than by heart. and perhaps it is pride and I am wrong, but you hear me, Lord... so let it be. let it be as it is, as it comes from the heart itself, let it be in love, as in pain and in tenderness, as in delirium. this, what oozes from my hands is not blood anymore, but wine, and I drown myself in alcohol and this means that I am going. I am going from her, Lord, and this means I will be with you, because you answer my questions, patiently grumbling, my life with her, Lord, is a fight, and in it the hardest thing is not to chop off the shoulder.

for talking to you, Lord, there are other topics, a different tone. I know this, Lord, but everything is again about my own. my love cannot be thrown into someone's hands like a coat, you cannot jump over it in one jump, like a pond. I am not going crazy, Lord, I got used to living with this and here I am. Both in a dream and in reality, I repeat one name. Then I pull myself together, pull the bowstring: I play Scrabble or watch a movie. And then my tenderness again cuts through me like a knife, breaks through me, takes me in a vice, and I take the phone, and with all my might throw it out the window, and only the trajectory of my hand returns me to the past... { here I am, here she is. we are lying on the floor, our legs intertwined, peeling a watermelon. Tarkovsky on TV. mirror. silence. I kiss her somewhere on the ear and am madly afraid that everything will melt... }

or another - a temple, Lord, your home. the sun floods the sand. we are sitting on the steps, the alphabet burns the throat. and there is no strength to pray, and I poke her in the temple, and she takes my hand and says - get up. get up and go, as if this is your chance. as if there is nowhere else to go - but to him. and I take two steps to the door and it is a collapse, an insight, a revelation... again into the darkness.

and something else (the last one, be patient...) the estate, the stairs, the park, silence all around, we are lying on the grass and it seems that we are sleeping, and we read poetry to each other. and we lie unpretentiously. we lie, as if it will be like this forever and the summer will last for a hundred years, we will have time to happen, fall in love and everything else we want. her hair on the grass, my fingers, and the noise of the car... barefoot, jingling the bell on her foot, we will soar. we lie that everything is divine, everything is o.k. and that everything will work out, if not in this life then in the next...

I pull myself together and wake up. again not with her. do you hear, Lord? do you hear, my golden one?

there are other topics, other words to talk about with you, lord. i know this, lord, i know it like no one else. but what i'm saying now comes from within. and that means i'm right. so what should i do with this love, lord, what?