Night, the city will be silent, the heart will beat,
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The strings will rattle, the lanterns will light up,
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Insomnia is my sister, I'm already used to it
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But you are missing.
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At least a day;
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At least your shadow is near, like that October.
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I miss your traction.
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Closing our eyes, we were able to fly high above the houses.
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What is it with us, you have lived so much,
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They used to share with us, now into fragments, not a word.
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As if it were not us, our "we" are tired,
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I won't get tired, I won't leave and make up for it all
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What once in the past managed to lose,
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On purpose or not, I don't give a damn
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You need to hug
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I need to hug you.
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Chorus:
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Leaves fell, numbers moved.
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I didn't sleep and wrote letters with music,
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Closing, he flipped through the slides in his head.
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Otwuska - I believed you will open the doors one day.
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Leaves fell, numbers moved.
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I didn't sleep and wrote letters with music,
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Closing, he flipped through the slides in his head.
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Otwuska - I believed you will open the doors one day.
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And I, like a wolf, could watch at the window for days,
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To value something, we need to lose first.
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Above the head, like a drop, the moon was burning ...
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La-pa-pa-pa-pa...
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My city will be silent again and give a reason
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Melt this cold and lead a wire to your heart.
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Strings, solo, I draw word by word on the chair
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Rhymes shuffling yearning.
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Something torments inside, does not allow breathing.
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Can dial, or maybe later - dialogue again
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I lead with myself; |
bear in mind,
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I will not disappear from sight - I will move mountains, I will find ways.
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Just blink - the lights around light up,
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I need you, because without you I can't fly,
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You need to hug
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I need to hug you.
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Chorus:
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Leaves fell, numbers moved.
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I didn't sleep and wrote letters with music,
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Closing, he flipped through the slides in his head.
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Otwuska - I believed you will open the doors one day.
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Leaves fell, numbers moved.
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I didn't sleep and wrote letters with music,
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Closing, he flipped through the slides in his head.
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Otwuska - I believed you will open the doors one day. |