Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Postcard, artist - Борис Гребенщиков. Album song Radio Silence, in the genre Русский рок
Date of issue: 12.06.1989
Record label: Б.Г
Song language: English
The Postcard |
This is a postcard |
Saying I’m alright in this beautiful city. |
This is a phone call |
Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here. |
But the telephone lines are cut, |
My hands can’t hold the paper. |
You are on my mind, You are on my mind. |
Nobody knows your name here, |
Except when the moon is out. |
And then they toss in their sleep |
Crying out for you to take them, |
But me I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, |
My heart is shattered. |
You are on my mind, You are on my mind. |
Once seven colors used to make a man blind. |
And now we, are like birds stuck in barbed wire. |
Precise, like sunrise |
A child just like any other. |
Made of the bones of the earth |
Fragile and deathless. |
Yes, I’m alright, I’m a church, |
And I’m burning down. |
You are on my mind, You are on my mind; |
You are on my mind, You are on my mind; |
You are on my mind, You are on my mind; |
You are on my mind, You are on my mind… |