Good night! Great song. Traslated as could) youtube/watch?v=eq2bShkYl20 Faded away, trolleybus in a trolley-park, The mechanic mixed wires in a rush overworking, Switching off lights of a 40 electrical bulbs People are making new people all during the nights The walls of coloured cardboard are so tiny, so thin, In a lighted grey castles, made of a glass and concrete, Trusting in all that is weaved in daily news slides People are making new people all during the nights People are screaming, gasping from happiness And moaning so sweet, and breathing so fast, that Is wanted to move faster with every second behind, Making and making and making new people all night. People do think, in Leningrad and in Rome, That death is that something, which happens to others, That life will keep going on spinning and spinning the truck See, on the kitchen, the arrows of watches are stopped? But doesn’t matter, you see –will be sad, but will forget it, In a while the new people appearing and letting go… Trolleys are riding without the dimension lights People are making and making new people at nights. People are screaming, gasping from happiness And moaning so sweet, and breathing so fast, that Is wanted to move faster with every second behind, Making and making and making new people all night.
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 23:44:24 +0000
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