Чи знаєш ти, як сильно в душу б'є безжальний дощ? Так ніби він завжди чекав лише мене. А як болить зимовий спокій нашого вікна, Ніжно пастельний, як твій улюблений Моне.
Така як Ти буває раз на все життя і то із неба. Така як Ти - один лиш раз на все життя не вистачає каяття, коли без тебе я...
Забути все, здається, я б ніколи не зумів. Новий дзвінок скидає відлік волі на нулі, І погляд твій - він вартий більше ніж мільйони слів Вічно далеких, як і твій улюблений Далі.
Така як Ти буває раз на все життя і то із неба. Така як Ти - один лиш раз на все життя не вистачає каяття, коли без тебе я...
And it starts, sometime around midnight. Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two. As you stand, under the bar lights. And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while. And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile. And that white dress she’s wearing you haven’t seen her for a while.
But you know, that she’s watching. She’s laughing, she’s turning. She’s holding her tonic like a cross. The room’s suddenly spinning. She walks up and asks how you are. So you can smell her perfume. You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a change, in your emotions. And all these memories come rushing like feral waves to your mind. Of the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined. And you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine.
Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know. But she makes sure you saw her. She looks right at you and bolts. As she walks out the door, your blood boiling your stomach in ropes. Oh and your friends say, “What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Then you walk, under the streetlights. And you’re too drunk to notice, that everyone is staring at you. You just don’t care what you look like, the world is falling around you.
You just have to see her. You just have to see her. You just have to see her. You just have to see her. You just have to see her. You know that she’ll break you in two.
Да! Теперь - решено без возврата Я покинул родные края, Уж не будут листвою крылатой Надо мною звенеть тополя. Низкий дом мой давно ссутулился, Старый пёс мой давно издох, На московских изогнутых улицах Помереть, знать, судил мне Бог. А я люблю этот город вязевый, Пусть обрюзг он и пусть одрях. Золотая дремотная Азия опочила на куполах. А когда ночью светит месяц... Когда светит чёрт знает как! Я иду, головою свесясь, Переулком в знакомый кабак; Шум и гам в этом логове жутком, Но всю ночь напролёт до зари, Я читаю стихи проституткам И с бандюгами жарю спирт. Сердце бьётся всё чаще и чаще, И уж я говорю невпопад: "Я такой же, как вы, пропащий, Мне теперь не уйти назад." Низкий дом без меня ссутулился, Старый пёс мой давно издох, На московских изогнутых улицах, Умереть, знать, судил мне Бог.
Harry Stevenson: There is a story about the Greek Gods; they were bored so they invented human beings, but they were still bored so they invented love, then they weren't bored any longer. So they decided to try love for themselves. And finally, they invented laughter, so they could stand it.
Harry Stevenson: Sometimes you don't know you've crossed a line until you're already on the other side.
Esther Stevenson: How was your walk? Did I miss anything? Harry Stevenson: A cool breeze, a softball game, and two women falling in love. Esther Stevenson: With each other? Harry Stevenson: And one of them's married. The funny thing is, no one noticed. Not even the husband, two feet away. Esther Stevenson: I'm sorry I missed that. Harry Stevenson: I imagine he will be too.
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