Текст песни аудио-запись голос - Герань

Goldmound sounds - Anomolie Loop (1960-1969)

Houses are empty, and the streets are transparent,
And you can destroy the silence.
I am pretending to Gerane Forest,
Cooled in the grass, not under the legs,
And dry with time in the winds,
In your window left for dust,
Where our youth despair was deprived
Where I am just a reflection,
Geranium forest, and maybe weed
Nobody knows that it became with me
And I'm afraid to look at your window,
I'm afraid that it is still dark
That nothing has changed,
That dried down sad geranium,
And the wind shakes over her petal:
"You will not be on your return."
Transparent city returns to winter,
Did the streets and the outlines erased,
How dust erase with bedside tables and books,
Probably getting rid of evidence.
"She was not, and you will not become" -
I will be tamed gentle snow.
Houses are empty, and the streets are transparent,
But you can not run out from now on.