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Stay around, See my door
Say something, i'll let your through
and do something, I'll let you through
Say something, i'll let you through
Do something, I'll let you through

Say something and close the door
And break the silence in our room

City streets, late spring,
Where smoke covers everything:
That's where we push our eyes,
In front of ourselves.

(x2)

For being true, for being hurt.

We run along, and we come up with this idea to go down to the stream and check it out for fish. So we're down by the river, downstream. There's half a foot of water in there. Little silver fish, but nothing substantial, 'til one of their boys calls us further down. Lying in the water is a wee foal, four or five days old. He's all skin and bones, gray collar, and he's got flecks of blood on his coat, 'cause he's cut himself up really badly on the sharp rocks. We're just standing over him and you can see his back leg's snapped. And he’s breathing, he’s alive, but just about. So this big conversation gets started up between the boys who suddenly reckon themselves the leaders, and they're deliberating as to what we should do. Someone says "Drop a rock on his head", but I'm looking in their faces and I can see they're either scared stiff or clueless; it's all bravado. And this foal on the ground, in real pain, all this chitchat going on, going nowhere. Next thing, one of the priests sees us, sees the foal, tells us not to move and we're done for, really done for. Group of boys will always get the blame for hurting a foal. Group of Belfast boys will get a hammering for sure. So it's clear to me in an instant, and I'm down on my knees, and I take the foal's head in my hands and I put him underwater. He's thrashing around a bit to start, so I press down harder until he's drowned. Priest arrives, though. He's grabbing me by the hair, dragging me through the woods, promising me a proper hiding, but I knew I did the right thing by that wee foal, and I could take the punishment for all our boys. I had the respect of them other boys now, and I knew that. I'm clear of the reasons, Dom. I’m clear of all the repercussions. But I will act, and I will not stand by and do nothing.

In a house, silent by night, I can still hear you, and your laugh
Thoughts of what I have lost, keeps me awake, quiet, I can still hear you
Fractures - of colors, longing for you
Silent night, holding my breath, I can still hear your voice, though it's fading
Mild winters, and the landscapes we built, in snow
In a house, silent by night, I can still hear you
Longing - for colors - fractures - of you

this is the last time I will hold your precious body
while days are passing by, and swallows each moment whole
I'll miss your lips... your smile, the glimpse in your eyes and your greatness
I hate to feel this way, but all good things must come to an end
this is ours. from now on there is no tomorrow my friend
how could I know? how should I feel?
I'm misled by words never spoken
how could I know? how should I feel?

Порой меня спасают,Когда мне одиноко
Эти мысли о тебе, они не дают мне спать
А я типичный лирик с меня нечего взять
Пишу о тебе эти треки ночью

А можно жить,как будто всё забыл?
Да никогда,слышишь,никогда не забуду
Уберу свои понты,по дальше в полку