Текст песни Дейта Мейра - Город Из Папье-Маше

City of papier-mache

City of papier-mache listened to violin and flute.
An old-timer in the morning to fool and dominoes,
Red drops on his face froze watercolor,
Red bird of the chest of the window glass.

City of papier-mache burst into tears in the rain.
An old-timer in the courts wailing about love.
You told me "Good-bye," I said, "Let's wait,"
Through the sadness, "Forever", through a smile, "C'est la vie"

City of papier-mache shattered to smithereens,
An old-timer from the throat vodka filled laughter
I looked at them all my life and decided that I must go
Early in the morning at the station and away from these places.

City of papier-mache securities under the rubble.
Old resident of the war. Machines and shrapnel.
City of papier-mache shattered to smithereens.
City of papier-mache listened to violin and flute.

(February 2007)