Текст песни: Seconds When It's Minutes + перевод

On a fearsome afternoon,

there is a terminal direction

to all that follows from your question

(the faulty spirit versus the confession),

dodododo etc

'cause there’s a version in the back of his head,

it’s true.

With the speed he unlearns, you should learn to expect

the short-circuit of words with a studied dyslexia.

You should see through his second childhood

(he's put inside her an awful fire),

'cause there’s a weakness at the base of his spine,

it’s true.

And so why then desire to believe what he says when he says he’s a liar?

If sunset is a wreck that recurs and makes a ghost of the day, what more can you say?

There’s a version in the back of your head.

To forfeit the years … is that where it leaves me?

With the split of your ears as a measure of history?

You come off unfilled, you come up as false, you don’t

check your pulse.

Sure I got your closing joke, when you said sharp words

to my face and spoke: «are you trying to improve or trying to prove by rethinking your thoughts till you

wear out the groove?»

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