Burial - f o r g i v e - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I will fed my shadow with a telephone machine - the mixture of the coins to hear your voice. My love, the world lurked his breath, waiting for your awakening, the sun pushes the curtain to touch you, and your girlfriend smiles, listening to how you breathe. Gluted birds sing, But the cats are sneaked so as not to wake you up too early. It will rain, because today you wished to see autumn. The women begin to lie to their husbands at one look at you, and the trees lose their leaves without waiting for your return to the city. But you are nothing nothing You notice - you look at your palms, trying to find a sign that made you so unhappy. However, the right to sing sad songs does not belong to the one who has a reason for sadness, but to the one whose voice sounds sad. so who wakes up in tears, Not knowing how to remember why.

Marta Ketro