Lyrics Вадим Тарасов, Кристина Эбауэр - Тебя

I speak you and open my eyes
I tell you and from the sounds I stall ...
this is the last chance to grab hold of
land is not your dream. Because bad
I see your footprints on damp ground
I hear your steps from the neighboring rooms.
I have been telling you for hundreds of years.
I tell you ... and you will be remembered.

I invite everyone to a crazy ball -
this is my only merit.
If you pray without breaking your forehead,
we can never find each other
we can never sink to the bottom
We will look for profit in any small things ...
I tell you and I can be seen in me
even in pitch darkness an unearthly fool.

Stupid and unyielding my tongue
whispering day and night to passersby ...
Only again from the sounds tore the bottom
the wind that has grown under the skin itself.
I tell you because we
I tell you because I'm alive ...
even when the fragments of your winter
knits from a thin heart vein.

Your name is a burning page. Your hands are the only hands.
If you suddenly refuse to speak, I will stop moving and die,
you stop believing in my madness, we stop fighting in a frozen vein ...
I will cease to see in the triple zoom each of the instant touches.

If in me, screaming you immeasurably, a rebellion suddenly occurs and a failure occurs ...
you still whisper, speak more often, so that, having told you, I would be with you ...
so that sitting on the verbal-alphabetic pedestal, I knew for sure that that's all,
slowly and forever growing into me, tomorrow it will make me breathe out and save.

... just to know for sure that these sounds ...
... just to know exactly what these hands are ...
... if only the drill did not penetrate the throat ...
... if only this lousy city would survive ...
... if only my words were spoken by the myriad ...

I tell you
because the truth.