Текст песни Virgin Brood - Память

Memory
1. Sand minutes
Crashing against the rocks ,
Smoke
Crawling on hands
Night cries : " Go to sleep "

P: I close my eyes , rain knocks on my door ,
He flies on the clock , and I
Everything seems to you -
Hero of forgotten books .
My memory is long since let go of the wrist .
I remained lying .
Forget that once all dreams
We divided into two.

2. Rinse your face
Strangle your posture
Everything is so unimportant
For me

Your last call ,
Your elbows are dry ...
My fingers do not remember
Not a single touch .