04.05.2024
Dom Modeley - Без Названия (Bez Nazvaniya) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
English
Nameless
Antenna needles in snow fields,the white hum of the meteorological station.
And silence like a heavy dream,
and nobody for miles around.
She spoke on the radio
every morning, while snow fell.
The model rockets on my desk
shook from the receiver sound.
Five AM and they woke me up,
it felt cramped in the bend of this peninsula.
Five AM and this voice in my ears again.
Freeze, don't breath, just listen.
She spoke of such things
which made the city look like a dream,
and the wood of the walls would grow again,
the air would fill with sounds.
When I went back to mainland,
they said I was a weakling,
and the transmitter was always silent.
They call her Grace.
Five AM and they woke me up,
it felt cramped in the bend of this peninsula.
Five AM and this voice in my ears again.
Freeze, don't breath, just listen.
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