Ale.Sund - Нам остается - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It remains for us to listen to music and poems, photographs to burn the ground to the ground, to live in the city of separated, in the country of the deaf, to break out of tenacious paws. I could imagine how among traffic and lights, in a shopping center, on February Street you stop the clock and go to me, and my wings hurt. I could imagine how we are sitting at a table by the window, weaved fingers, we are waging a war with us, exhausting from wounds, dying in the spring. I could have imagined how you stand on the balcony, releasing your cigarettes on the night, like beacons. And then you return, and it becomes so dark that your hand is not visible. And no one knows where the bodies end, who penetrates to whom in the depths of my soul ... I could imagine that one day she had not died, and stay to live.

But still we are scattered in the words, February is in a hurry to the last floor.

I painfully want to kiss you.

So I'm leaving.