Lyrics Регина Спектор - Миллионы медленных линий

skill...
in a milk spoon of honey and on the side
a couple of bookmarks
red tea is not fresh and not sweet
arrows at five, but for now ...
till...

miles ...
millions of slow lilies
tears of these phone lines
view from darkness dark blue
sound from afar

after the third call
after thunder in silence
you'll tell the clouds
everything you know about me
I'm from a pack of cigarettes
and the picture on the window
I'll say hello to you
a boy crying in a dream

It is necessary
I need to know, I'm for the one with whom you are around,
He became the thirty-third circle of hell,
Slow and refined poison,
The beacon lies ...

you know ...
nothing can be done
in the phone book you will add
call and maybe you'll find out
this voice from afar ...