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Музыка и слова : Ёсси Коссовиц
Перевод: Александр Коссовски

"Painting Black Birds"

Soaking in the pouring rain
As if homeless people go
I am making my own way
Through the flock of glossy coats

Puddles try and mirror light
Of the lamppost by my side
The crystal ball got somewhat smoked
Inside my body something stopped

Labs at night thunder with mice’s gnawing
Oh, loud enough for no one to get calling
Night’s open windows let out no secrets
Then where do those [bad word] from when the moon glitters?

The rain puts out people’s souls
Taking the world’s light away
Burning candles light up holes
When those are long out of faith

The darkness covers up the flaws
Nothing gets ideal though
Trapped inside the neon claws
Blinding every morning’s dawn

Labs at night thunder with mice’s gnawing
Oh, loud enough for no one to get calling
Night’s open windows let out no secrets
Then where do those [bad word] from when the moon glitters?

My madness that crosses all possible lines
Thrives at its hostage all twisted in vines
Wounds bleeding out or inside: not clear
And any time now I will disappear

All await the tragic news
I am painting in black birds
All alike some creature crews
With no hearts to feel it hurts

wildly torn apart kitty body
Is a leftover fo a dog’s little party
Night’s open windows let out no secrets
Then where do those [bad word] from when the moon glitters?

My madness that crosses all possible lines
Thrives at its hostage all twisted in vines
Wounds bleeding out or inside: not clear
And any time now I will disappear