Set The Fire To The Third Bar
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger’s in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that i've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
Зажгли в третьем баре
Я нашел карту и провел прямую линию
Через реки, фермы и границы штатов.
Расстояние отсюда до того места, где ты могла бы быть,
Кажется длиною с палец.
Я прикасаюсь к тому месту, где по идее должно быть твоё лицо,
Но мой палец упирается в далекие темные земли.
Я повесил свой плащ в первом баре,
Пока я не нашел никакого покоя.
Смех проникает в моё безмолвие,
Подобно пьянице, находящем недостатки в науке.
Их слова в большинстве своем просто шум,
Они – призраки, обладающие лишь голосом.
Твои слова в моей памяти
Звучат музыкой, ласкающей слух...
Я очень далеко от тебя
Ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
После моего такого далекого путешествия
Мы зажгли в третьем баре.
Мы делились собой друг с другом как будто землей,
Пока обессиленные, не сомкнули веки.
И во сне не покинули
Последнее место, где остановились.
Твоя мягкая кожа еще влажная,
Это то наслаждение, которое невозможно держать внутри...
Я очень далеко от тебя
Ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
И в милях от тебя
Я ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки... Set The Fire To The Third Bar
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger's in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that i've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can not keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
Lighted in the third bar
I found a map and drew a direct line
And through the rivers , farms and state lines.
The distance from here to the place where you could be ,
It seems as long as a finger.
I touch the place where the idea should be in your face ,
But my thumb rests on the distant dark earth.
I hung up my coat in the first bar ,
While I found no rest.
The laughter penetrates my silence ,
Like a drunkard , which are flaws in the science.
Their words are mostly just noise ,
They - the ghosts that have a voice.
Your words in my memory
Sound music, mellifluous ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground .
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...
After my long journey of this
We lit the third bar.
We shared with each other is as though the earth,
Until exhausted, did not close the eyelids.
And in a dream not left
The last place where you left off .
Your soft skin is still damp ,
This is the pleasure that can not keep inside ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground .
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...
And miles away from you
I lay down on the cold ground .
I pray that something will lift me
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