ТПТУ - Сан-Паулу - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

- What about our new single? We must leave something for later. You always have to save something for later.

- There's enough for singles.

Waiting ... Window, answer me! .. I continue to coo, invoking the hand word. I don't hear, I don't respond, I don't obey, I sleep! There will still be time to be afraid of many-headed monsters ... Just look over your shoulder to the left, I'm quietly sleeping. Do not look at me. As a memory, having glanced at random into a bottomless primeval well that goes into the darkness of time, I will place secret signs, like footprints on my palm. Locking despair on the lock I will write at the top: "For repairs." Well, forgive me this wandering from window to window. Door to wall - my non-wear, the repeatability of my cliches. Every stroke on my palm is baptized by fire tested by random bullets hitting a lined target.

(I heard) a beautiful flute and was about to carry my laptop there ...

Fragments of ancient cities. Fragments of an ancient piano. Oranges, trees, fragments of an ancient piano. And I, burning like a candle, left in this silence ... And I will rise from the grave, give up my sins in full in the glow of eternal fire, but you yourself are eternity to me. Her voice is fatal. Her fortieth eye, hers fortieth eye! Her voice is fatal ...

... In order to understand again how to love and how to learn, and not to lose you ... I asked you as a miracle, my dearest friend, I cannot find a coat like a thunderbolt.