Текст песни Cloud Atlas - Мухи

We walk down the street - hand in hand
And loopholes in your eyes cloud gray wool
You're having fun, I continue to lie to themselves
Senior graduate classes do not pull in bed
It will take two years, but in your eyes
Do not change the weather. A little bird told me
"Take it out of the closet and dress quickly run
For a long time still enough angst "

Flies die of boredom
Where we cross our arms. I
With a head dive into your swamp
Pounding, he recalled
Well, why do you know? I
All waiting for something, someone

You see, these things are a waterfall in a suitcase
And what the devil are you going yourself?
However, thank God, no one to blame
I still do not have the guts reckoned the blame
According to the forecast is clear in radius without you
However, not in vain, I grabbed an umbrella
On my planet do not go more rain
But you can not guess the place where you laugh