Текст песни Полина Исландия - кувырком

(music: Nils Frahm "I would like to think")

the memory of you without you is nothing.
to wrap myself in them, a trap entirely,
like a big hot spot coat
and fall asleep / die somersault.

would prohibit, forget / swim,
I don't want to make some fun,
lock up your hollow lust-agility
to the appropriate hug of the doctor.

a pile of snow and boughs of the sun,
red color of traffic light-calendar.
there were days - I felt the best
from which I am now scared in vain.

I want to believe, but I can't believe
and as a shadow-pollen I wander alone,
again the target spins in my head
echoes of surreal karma paintings.

memories of myself - a quickening wasteland,
endless roads with brightly colored landscapes,
holes in the glass of the sky
ridge, your rough voice-shelter-compass ...