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Set The Fire To The Third Bar
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger’s in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that i've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
Зажгли в третьем баре
Я нашел карту и провел прямую линию
Через реки, фермы и границы штатов.
Расстояние отсюда до того места, где ты могла бы быть,
Кажется длиною с палец.
Я прикасаюсь к тому месту, где по идее должно быть твоё лицо,
Но мой палец упирается в далекие темные земли.
Я повесил свой плащ в первом баре,
Пока я не нашел никакого покоя.
Смех проникает в моё безмолвие,
Подобно пьянице, находящем недостатки в науке.
Их слова в большинстве своем просто шум,
Они – призраки, обладающие лишь голосом.
Твои слова в моей памяти
Звучат музыкой, ласкающей слух...
Я очень далеко от тебя
Ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
После моего такого далекого путешествия
Мы зажгли в третьем баре.
Мы делились собой друг с другом как будто землей,
Пока обессиленные, не сомкнули веки.
И во сне не покинули
Последнее место, где остановились.
Твоя мягкая кожа еще влажная,
Это то наслаждение, которое невозможно держать внутри...
Я очень далеко от тебя
Ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
И в милях от тебя
Я ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger’s in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that i've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
Зажгли в третьем баре
Я нашел карту и провел прямую линию
Через реки, фермы и границы штатов.
Расстояние отсюда до того места, где ты могла бы быть,
Кажется длиною с палец.
Я прикасаюсь к тому месту, где по идее должно быть твоё лицо,
Но мой палец упирается в далекие темные земли.
Я повесил свой плащ в первом баре,
Пока я не нашел никакого покоя.
Смех проникает в моё безмолвие,
Подобно пьянице, находящем недостатки в науке.
Их слова в большинстве своем просто шум,
Они – призраки, обладающие лишь голосом.
Твои слова в моей памяти
Звучат музыкой, ласкающей слух...
Я очень далеко от тебя
Ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
После моего такого далекого путешествия
Мы зажгли в третьем баре.
Мы делились собой друг с другом как будто землей,
Пока обессиленные, не сомкнули веки.
И во сне не покинули
Последнее место, где остановились.
Твоя мягкая кожа еще влажная,
Это то наслаждение, которое невозможно держать внутри...
Я очень далеко от тебя
Ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
И в милях от тебя
Я ложусь на холодную землю.
Я молюсь, что что-то поднимет меня
И направит в твои горячие руки...
Set The Fire To The Third Bar
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
Crepe of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
I have found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
My arms
After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
My arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
My arms
Lit in the third bar
I found a map and made a straight line.
Across rivers, farms and state lines.
The distance from here to where you could be,
It seems long with a finger.
I touch the place where the idea should be your face
But my finger rests on distant dark lands.
I hung my cloak in the first bar,
So far I have not found any peace.
Laughter penetrates my silence
Like a drunkard who has flaws in science.
Their words are mostly just noise,
They are ghosts with only a voice.
Your words in my memory
They sound like a caressing ear ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground.
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...
After my so far travel
We lit in the third bar.
We shared with each other as if the land
While exhausted, do not close their eyelids.
And in a dream did not leave
The last place to stay.
Your soft skin is still wet,
This is a pleasure that is impossible to keep inside ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground.
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...
And miles away from you
I lay down on the cold ground.
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from here
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
Crepe of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
I have found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
My arms
After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
My arms
And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
My arms
Lit in the third bar
I found a map and made a straight line.
Across rivers, farms and state lines.
The distance from here to where you could be,
It seems long with a finger.
I touch the place where the idea should be your face
But my finger rests on distant dark lands.
I hung my cloak in the first bar,
So far I have not found any peace.
Laughter penetrates my silence
Like a drunkard who has flaws in science.
Their words are mostly just noise,
They are ghosts with only a voice.
Your words in my memory
They sound like a caressing ear ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground.
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...
After my so far travel
We lit in the third bar.
We shared with each other as if the land
While exhausted, do not close their eyelids.
And in a dream did not leave
The last place to stay.
Your soft skin is still wet,
This is a pleasure that is impossible to keep inside ...
I am very far from you
I lay down on the cold ground.
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...
And miles away from you
I lay down on the cold ground.
I pray that something will lift me
And send in your hot hands ...