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Faded

Calmly turn around and look at the years past
Which whisper in a row: 'It's faded, it's faded'
My memory has completely faded
I do not wish to know
 
Comb the hairstrand of fear from your face
Hide those tired, envious eyes
So that I do not see the despair
So that I do not see anything,
I do not wish to know
Leave a trace
 
You are in good hands
No one will
No one will call you again
From a far away town, at an inconvenient time
To hear your voice
 
And your words slide down empty windows
In an empty apartment the walls count
The walls know how to keep secrets
And hide lies
Leave a trace
 
Calmly turn around and look at the years past,
Which whisper in a row: 'It's faded, it's faded'
My memory has completely faded
I do not wish to know
 
At the end of the road we are completely clean
Completely alone
Endlessely numb
For horribly cold is the blood that flows
And leaves a trace
 

Out

Out, out, out, out
Out, out, out,
 
She walks alone through the city
He thinks everything, everything he thinks he knows
It's just down
This is what is called an out
 
Out, out, out, out
Out, out, out,
 
She walks alone through the city
He thinks everything, everything he thinks he knows
It's just down
This is what is called an out
 
Out, out, out, out
Out, out, out,
 

We are sinking

Versions: #2
We passed the first days of wondering
We passed the first days of staring
I'm not here
I'm not there nor here
 
As I drink the juice from your eyes
as I lick the salt off your fingers
I'm not here
I'm not there nor here
 
We're sinking, we're sinking
We're sinking, we're sinking
 
We passed the first days of lying
We passed the first days of repenting
I'm not here
I'm not there nor here
 
No, the days did not wait for long
days were running away and crawling and floating
I'm not here
I'm not there nor here
 
We're sinking, we're sinking
We're sinking, we're sinking
 

The Room

Versions: #2
In an empty room there is no door
And teeth marks on the fingers
The lamp lights up yellow slogans
Words of boredom
And words porous
 
Food is good in me and you
Milk in a glass and a cake on your lips
Wake me up, wake me up
 
In an empty room someone's things
And dirty love in stains
The afternoon radiates a warm smell
The smell of boredom and the words of boredom
 
Food is good in me and you
Milk in a glass and a cake on your lips
 
Wake me up, wake me up
Kiss me, kiss me
 

Tired

Tiredness is deep inside me
Fish in the water, a basement in the house
Tiredness is on the edge of a lip,
a word sent to someone who is leaving
to someone who is leaving
Take me, take me
take me to the water
Take me, take me
take me to the water
Don't you see my eyes are closing?
Don't you see my eyes are closing?
 
Rest me, close me,
wrap me, enfold me,
cover me, lay me aside,
sigh me out, breathe me in,
give me in, let me go,
carry me, bring me,
lay me down, leave me
leave me
Don't you see my eyes are closing?
Don't you see my eyes are closing?
 

This is a country for us

This is a country for us
This is a country for all of our people
This is a house for us
This is a house for all of our children
Look at me, oh look at me,
with the eyes of a child
 
In the country I see salvation
The voice I recognize wakes me up from a dream
While branches caress our bodies
While shadows make a shroud for us
 
[Chorus]
I hear, come back, I hear, stay
I hear, come back, forgive me
Don't leave, don't leave
 
In every defeat
I saw a part of freedom
And when it's over, for me,
know it, has already started
Look at me, oh look at me,
with the eyes of a child
 
[Chorus]
 

That's me

Yes, that's me
that's me, that's me
In a hole without bottom
I'm wet from you,
wet from forgiving
 
She knows, she knows
she knows, she always knows
The shape of my hands
the shape of my hands
 
[Chorus]
Every time I start off
for some new dangerous city
I bump into myself
That's me, that's me
that's me
 
[Chorus]
 
And every time I start off
and feel the fall again
I bump into myself
That's me, that's me
that's me
 
Yes, that's me
that's me, that's me
In the whole without bottom
(2x)
 
[Chorus]
Every time I start off
for some new dangerous city
I bump into myself
That's me, that's me
that's me
(2x)
 
Me, me, me
 
And every time I start off
(3x)
That's me
 

Platforms

Tonight at 9, on the street by the bridge
Taxi doesn't goes through it, nobody sees us
A confidential script, they need to be delivered
I don't feel right
Newspaper on the asphalt, your wet face
Their dry script - we are making a movie
And tomorrow morning... delirium in the head
Today is Tuesday... I don't have a friend anymore
A concrete shepherd guards his fence
and metropolis calls him on its high platforms
 

Arms

Think of arms as of couriers of the storm
And love each finger separately.
 
Feel the wrinkles on the silk skirt
Scratch with nails until you bleed.
 
Remember the days when street fights
Used to be manliness test
 
Write down the words that strengthen the arms
Draw Conan, a dragon, JNA.