Текст песни Ann Neuling - моя передсмертна любов

Eternally trembling hands

your

tired, in calluses rests all that is silent.

you have woven crazy visions into your necklace.

could talk forever

in spite of everything, until the snow melts; to tears; despite poverty.

i. .have your own ultrasounds,

their votes; so good

it seemed that it was not a city, but a wasteland

we were from the same dough,

and steel?

you can blind everything!

knocks, rustles on the walls,

I was awakened at night, called

don't delay, you are my deathly love!

and in the temples of the leaves,

on lawns snow powdered sugar, i. . blood? . ;

shaved furniture from the room; doubts are destroyed; paints washed from

canvas.

corridors - snakeskins.

I'll go, and from day four I'll just look

i

I will wander in calendars, in abysses, in dimensions, in spaces, -

just close your eyes. .

room, please hide me from everyone.

let in gray curtains - eyelashes; I myself will cause the storm;

I still. . pranks. . only illusions; only my deathbed

love and space - gray-gray, annoying and painful.

give me a hand? we are lucky and I am lucky, we are lucky

don't get dark

and communion, prickly ceilings will take care of comfort

- two petrified souls. Let's go.