Текст песни: Nausea + перевод

scribbled lines on a bit of paper

i held in my hands

and then i slowly read aloud

to no one but myself

«sometimes we speak in different languages»

we’re better off

poorly painted portraits leading way to the train station

you come crawling down concrete

and i’ll be waiting

we’re heading home

and i might be thinking of red lights

that’ll slow us down

Перевод песни Nausea