Tatlem - P.S. | Текст песни

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The morning brings me new gnawings.
And my loneliness
Is speeding up to the afternoon.
And at night
The last and lonely passenger is giving me his pastel -
a still-life:
The record, the love and the cigarette
So darling, so cold - and the last.
The record, the love and the cigarette
So darling, so cold - and the last.
You are dancing, you are smoking to the foxtrot, you are going
On and on
It’s your happiness and hobby to show off yourself in portraits
And in dreams
I’ve come to cry on your shoulder - on the shoulder-belt you’re keeping
Just for me.
The record, the love and the cigarette
So darling, so cold - and the last.
I’m too heavy with my sleep, and I am lost in interjections,
And I can’t
To slice air into sentences and words because it is too
Tolerant.
I’m flying round my house, I’m flying round my house, I’m flying round my house -
So godlike and so airy, so beloved..
I will smoke and love and hear only what is close and near
To my heart:
The record, the love and the cigarette
So darling, so cold - and the last.
The record, the love and the cigarette
So darling, so cold - and the last.

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