A keresés eredménye

There is No Time of Love

A pillow (a cold stone)
All words will burst and become
(Firecrackers and claps)
In sips (gasping for air)
From a storm in my teacup
A clock hand, biting
(Caught itself by the tail)
 
There is no time of love
For love it's non-discrete
Mold gaps into contour
With a needle or with a paper clip
In one continuous ray
But touch it and it falls apart
A ray is just line segments
Not thinking of something big
And in every line segment
There is neither future nor origin
There is no time of love
For love it's non-discrete
And brackets of multiple dots
Will suddenly remind a cage
And it means there is a limit
 
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
 
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
 
For a pair of braided pigtails
I would give anything just to take a look
Like through the window of a kiosk
And I wish I could build you
From stars fallen from the sky
And time is rolling somewhere
Time has no wheels
For love it's non-discrete
A step, one more step, a gap
Now all we have to do is run
Or go and breath our hearts out
And the line segment is closed for us
And one more step forward
A ray of fate will break
And thus stop time again
(But there is no time of love)
 
Did everything, tried
A thousand variants
And it seems that there is no limit
But when it seems so
You should put a cross
So between two noughts
The third one wouldn't fit
And the game would continue
 
Did everything, tried
A thousand variants
And it seems that there is no limit
But when it seems so
You should put a cross
So between two noughts
The third one wouldn't fit
And the game would continue
 
Did everything, tried
A thousand variants
And it seems that there is no limit
But when it seems so
You should put a cross
So between two noughts
The third one wouldn't fit
 
A pillow (a cold stone)
All words will burst and become
(Firecrackers and claps)
In sips (gasping for air)
From a storm in my teacup
A clock hand biting
(Caught itself by the tail)
 
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
 
A pillow is a cold stone
All words will burst and become
Firecrackers and claps
Gasping for air in sips
Like a clock hand, biting
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself by the tail
Caught itself
 
Caught itself
Caught itself
 

The Beautiful Afar

The Beautiful Afar, don't be cruel to me
Don't be cruel to me, don't be cruel
From a clear headspring into the Beautiful Afar
I begin my journey into the Beautiful Afar
 
V1.
Helicopters are no longer flying
Magician (?) isn't seen in recent years
The Beautiful Afar, the Futile Afar
So faraway that it's never to be reached
At noisy parties
Ballerina on a music box reminds of unrealized dreams
Dahlia leaves wilt in an old vase
And your song reflects in a tear of sadness by every piano note
Glassy gaze, life like movie bloopers from a hundred to zero,
Spring is already more than thousand nights one after another
And it's doubtful you can once more let loose your childish giggle
And never again to meet Electronic (?) in techno
You are now a model, model that's discarded from a conveyor
Under the oppression of dust and weight of time
Adults are certain, drink, celebrate
Ahead is your Futile Afar
 
[Refrain]
The Beautiful Afar, futile and far
Senselessly cruel, forget the path
Without entry and exit, to Futile Afar
To Futile Afar you won't pass your way
 
V2.
Whether tidings, whether tale
Slaves of heart and captives of conscience
Contrary to reason and then,
Languishing stare fixed at a monitor,
Having understood nothing, like Neznaika (3)
Darkness without light like Danko (4)
There is no foothold and you're so alone
Like Moon in a sunny city
Fate has its own empire
Trust me, it will gift you a golden key (5) for you birthday
Start the motor on your train
And with sorrow crash into the wall at full speed
Dance until you get sick
And once more a line snort (6) looking out of a window
There, a lonely sail gleams far away (7)
Year after year taking off into your Futile Afar
 
[Refrain]
The Beautiful Afar, futile and far
Senselessly cruel, forget the path
Without entry and exit, to Futile Afar
To Futile Afar you won't pass your way
 
Fate has its own empire
Trust me, it will gift you a golden key (5) for you birthday
Start the motor on your train
And with sorrow crash into the wall at full speed
Dance until you get sick
And once more a line snort (6) looking out of a window
There, a lonely sail whitens far away (7)
Year after year taking off into your Futile Afar
 
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