Текст песни Orange House - до следующей весны

Live - it seemed so simple
Until we became as grown-up stupid
Life is measured by minutes
Measuring space in droves
Those days -
Habitually short -
We -
Partitions between the walls
Loving Tomorrow
Permanently
Traffic jams

And I do not want to think that here
Everybody does not care about each other.
Look
These eyes do not lie

Day after day
And we are again happy
In a smoke-filled head
Thoughts broke up, and
All that's left for me
Hide yourself in other people's dreams

Now
We are unlikely to live until next spring

Peace
Broke and sinks
In the cold of your palms
Going nowhere
We fall into these cities
Walls, avenues, columns
Occasionally
Live the way you do not like
How sad that everything does not come true
Six o'clock
And six billion
Which will never be left here

I do not want to believe in something
That we will not meet with those with whom we
Could at least once take off

Up to the ceiling
And further, more ...
The day I come
You will say again "Goodbye & quot;
And all that is left for me
Hide yourself in other people's dreams
Now
We are unlikely to live until next spring

Through the smoke
Closed stairs
Silence in the loneliness of the two is more interesting
The two are more interesting
But we are born and die not together
And maybe you'll quit
But the days are not longer than the nights
It's so hard to wake up, it's so difficult to step through the dots

And I do not want to think that here
Everybody spit on each other
Look
Through the ceiling upward
All - sorry
I do not want to stay here
Long trip - short stations
And all that is left for me
Hide yourself in other people's dreams
Now
We are unlikely to live until next spring

We are unlikely to live until next spring
Until next spring
Until next spring
Until next time ...