Текст песни Кэте Кольвицц - Смерть Вирджинии Вулф

Meanwhile, always and in everything, your voice is not as weighty as other voices stuck in your hair, pouring water, pouring sand into an unprotected weight, howling with the wind make fires, right into open mouths. Swallow a grenade, call the police, the pathologist will fold it bit by bit, Our faces, our faces, we will not dream anymore.