Lyrics The Pillows - Orange Film Garden
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Уже неделю каждую ночь во сне ты появляешься
Почти как в реальности.
Как у акробата в цирковой труппе
Во всё лицо улыбка - еду на велосипеде.
Высмеяв меня за нетерпение, ты умело молчишь,
Безоружно прихорашиваясь на расстоянии прикосновения.
В саду оранжевых фильмов
С тобой хочу укрыться.
Прерванную, прерванную историю
Можно бы было повторить.
Третью неделю каждую ночь во сне ты появляешься.
Сердце в расстройстве.
Клапан чувств продолжает открываться.
Чувствую себя плохо воспитанной собакой.
Забавляюсь, будто собой управляю, а не иду.
Ты наивно радуешься свободе, не видя ловушку.
В сад оранжевых фильмов
По прежнему хочу играть.
Славное бегство от действительности.
Бесславное позднее шоу.
Высмеяв меня за нетерпение, ты умело молчишь,
Безоружно прихорашиваясь на расстоянии прикосновения.
В саду оранжевых фильмов
С тобой хочу укрыться.
Прерванную, прерванную историю
Можно бы было повторить.
В сад оранжевых фильмов
По прежнему хочу играть.
Славное бегство от действительности.
Бесславное позднее шоу.
Десять лет каждую ночь во сне ты появляешься
Почти как в реальности.
For a week every night in a dream you appear
Almost like in reality.
Like an acrobat in a circus troupe
A smile all over his face - riding a bicycle.
Making fun of me for impatience, you are skillfully silent
Armlessly preening at a touch distance.
In the garden of orange films
I want to hide with you.
Interrupted, interrupted story
It could be repeated.
For a third week every night in a dream you appear.
Heart is upset.
The valve of feelings continues to open.
I feel like a badly raised dog.
I am amused, as if I control myself, and not go.
You naively rejoice in freedom without seeing a trap.
In the garden of orange films
I still want to play.
Glorious flight from reality.
Inglourious late show.
Making fun of me for impatience, you are skillfully silent
Armlessly preening at a touch distance.
In the garden of orange films
I want to hide with you.
Interrupted, interrupted story
It could be repeated.
In the garden of orange films
I still want to play.
Glorious flight from reality.
Inglourious late show.
Ten years every night in a dream you appear
Almost like in reality.
Almost like in reality.
Like an acrobat in a circus troupe
A smile all over his face - riding a bicycle.
Making fun of me for impatience, you are skillfully silent
Armlessly preening at a touch distance.
In the garden of orange films
I want to hide with you.
Interrupted, interrupted story
It could be repeated.
For a third week every night in a dream you appear.
Heart is upset.
The valve of feelings continues to open.
I feel like a badly raised dog.
I am amused, as if I control myself, and not go.
You naively rejoice in freedom without seeing a trap.
In the garden of orange films
I still want to play.
Glorious flight from reality.
Inglourious late show.
Making fun of me for impatience, you are skillfully silent
Armlessly preening at a touch distance.
In the garden of orange films
I want to hide with you.
Interrupted, interrupted story
It could be repeated.
In the garden of orange films
I still want to play.
Glorious flight from reality.
Inglourious late show.
Ten years every night in a dream you appear
Almost like in reality.