Hijara - In the Metal Box | Текст песни

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• In the Metal Box

I think we don’t have enough songs about love written,
But I would never join those who try to fill silence with words
Just because I don’t feel like they really need me,
Just because they already have found the three chords.
I listened to her story through a wall of my kitchen.
That was not the first time when she gesticulated too loud,
She even cried in the climax, and then I got my principle breached.
This is her little love story I am going to sing about.

So quietly opens her book, and I see just one meaningful look,
Two young hearts together, can here be a better description?
And their recklessness and arrogance are surely implied.
It’s all about science, but she thought she was a part of some fiction.

So you already know the plot so it’s not necessary to inform you
About what happened next, about later dramatic events.
Someone blurred the text, someone tore out pages with bright colorful pictures.
Tell this thief she still keeps her face covered with hands.

Say we all
Go through this.
Say we all have some bad
Memories.

CHORUS

‘Cause it doesn’t seem to be a problem.
‘Cause we finally stop struggling.
‘Cause we finally stop breathing,
And we’re drifting.

Somewhere in a closet, there is a heavy box made of metal
Full of yellow post-cards and black-and-white photographs.
When this box falls and opens, she tries not to be sentimental.
She’s emotionless, she is black-and-white, and she cries, and cries, and cries.

And she married him, whom she felt enough comfortable with,
She gave up smoking smokable things, she gave birth to three kids
Now I see her sitting on a porch, watching wandering autumn leaves.
Every year she sits there, ‘till these leaves freeze.

CHORUS

Somewhere in a closet, there is a heavy box made of metal
Full of yellow post-cards and black-and-white photographs.

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