Текст песни Джей Фост - Герои андеграундных книжек

your and my names will whisper the ocean during the evening tides,
and screaming seagulls - scatter from our steps.
Adolf Appian himself would envy your beauty,
and Yves Bonnefoy could not find the right words,
to write you poetry or a letter.
and we'll just go to sushi with you
in the evening at eight.
I will kiss you, not even me, but it will somehow happen by itself -
you are hot on the inside and cold on the outside -
it's all city autumn.
at the table I will start sketching your smile with crayons and pencils,
and then, at home, - naturally, naked,
and lips sore red to look for your hands, fingers, shoulders.
and this evening
we will get a little closer
like two lonely heroes from underground books.