Текст песни File Foreli - 80x

She was like my brother
He is a true fan
The Eighties

He sees a meaning in this
Retro Magic numbers
It inserts

His bike is my brother gathered himself
At night the air is torn apart at the seams
The two of them like to howl at the moon
In his arms let her alone

She likes the way he keeps the rhythm
He gets in its algorithm
And breaks

He hates the Beatles and jazz
He hates them
Couple memorized phrases
It all scares

His tape does not give it to me
All Harry Newman and the entire Depeche Mode
In the next room, hit after hit
And I know very well what will happen next

I'm ready to die
I'm hopelessly in love with her
What I am ready? For all
I want to be like him

She was like my brother
He chooses at random such
Of the one million

He forgets their names
I stay behind the wall without sleep
I'm dying