Gun Dead Bodies

Текст песни "Gun — Dead Bodies"

##Dead Bodies##

Forgetting fingers,
Tongue means nothing
Between them.

Limited sense
In gaps,
Find me belly
I will dance.

Twinkling skin
Lost between
Touch and dream.

Breathing of color,
Silhouette of houses
Reveals the details.

If you stepped into the hollow,
Lose your mind, going blind.
That breath is your leader.

Feeling steam
Lost between
Touch and dream.

The smell of raw grey asphalt caught me when I made another turn on the way to the metro-station. This very rich stench, stench of hard sweaty work, of black granulated new roads that leads to the autumn twilight. That rarefied wet air seemed has just been splashed up on that taut road paste, and after that me and many others received their glasses of sparkling rainy water, saturated with the stinking minerals.
This autumn, or as Americans say: this fall - this sounds much more appropriately for this moment - so, I'm in it - I'm falling...
My honey, where are you, I need you every evening to rub you into my skin, to put you in my coffee, to dip my lips into you, just to make a cigarette taste warmer.
But now, even at home, I drink my soda, while my feet shrink against the cold under the table.