Текст песни Варовская - ...чья-то история

tree branches stretch like the spokes,
bright sun doubles in the sleepy eyes,
People are not looking each other in the face,
silent city.
but it seems that war.
time is disassembled into particles,
on motorways roam suicide
along - across all pages read out -
and nothing.
nothing at all about us.
dew in the desert looking for coins - in the sea,
looking for pilots - the land, the tramp - the city,
looking for a blown electrical wire,
and lonely looking for nuggets of sense.
in seconds, months, years later,
all those who are looking for so long - always find,
at the very last breath always find.

and I'll be sure I will seek.

© ... someone's story