Вера Полозкова (mantrabox) wrote,
Вера Полозкова
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Win this world at cards and let it slip my hands

Из кумиров детства в живых и здравствующих осталось двое, и вот старшиий; если попробовать расслоить меня на песни, которые меня составляют, то я буду плейлистом из сотен композиций, а напротив этой будет стоять четырехзначное, наверно, число прослушиваний; если уж делать что-то, то делать как больше никто не сможет. Некоторая есть высшая драматургия в этом тексте и способе его подачи. Паленый диск Стинга за сто пятьдесят рублей на развале у "МакДональдса" в четырнадцать лет, а волшебство с годами только усиливается, как и положено настоящему волшебству.



A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times, a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could she'd another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me
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