Текст песни Cloud Atlas - За этим окном

During this window, here in this bed
Pillows flattened your head
I remember when you came to the sunset
Now I sleep here alone

During this window noise old poplar
Last Spring flowers Moscow
Forgotten things and old photos
With you. Thee headache

I hear your voice, I remember your laughter
And our hole - twenty stations from here
You - just an illusion, not a man
You - the scar, which I can not forget
I remember your voice, I can hear your laughter
But the doors are closed, dark your windows
And the songs of my tired running
will rain
I drenched

During this window groan
Sadness song of another car
And the old poplar naked Krona
In the hallway of my coat your

During this window, the storm and fire
Sunrises, blizzards and quiet nights
But louder and louder my guitar
I hear your voice far