Текст песни: Stuff of Myths + перевод

You will be sitting in the body warmth of midwinter now

Your skin a meeting place

And cold will be fingering your shirt buttons

Your narrow shrank could be feasted upon

And outside the wind will be cunning, full of appetite

It will seek a way, it will knock itself senseless

But you, you will retain your practised indifference

As if you could not be hurt as if you’d never been hurt

It tastes an old flavour, once called love

On open beaches, naked in sandy waters of blue tropics

Movement and the surface of this planet force winds

They assume stony shapes, they invent cold hands

But never disbelieve the sensual air on your body

It keeps you living, put on warm clothes

But do not believe this will save you

Your own self radiates, that is why the frozen wind is forced back

You are a long long way from me, my hungry tongue buffets

From a long way

It tastes an old flavour, once called love

On open beaches, naked in sandy waters of blue tropics

Open the door now, the faces are they still shining?

In the procession I nudge and finger

Like the wind I am nothing

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