You have a friend
You cannot talk about
To anyone, to anyone
You have a friend
Stuck in suspense,
To catch your gaze, to hold your hand
Cold marble statues
Look so poised
I wonder if they’ll talk one day,
When she becomes
Your muse
Is loness a price to pay?
You make me forget
That this room is filled
With mindless strangers
No tears or regret
For the turning clocks
And falling angels
I walk on ice
No person can trust
In his right mind, in his right mind
Saved by the air twice
This fad won’t last
My fate has been too kind.
Cold marble statues
Look upon my life
And grieve, and grieve
Not one to argue
Out of nine
I treasure five and leave.
You make me forget
That this room is filled
With mindless strangers
No tears or regret
For the turning clocks
And falling angels
2007
Chorus by Vlad Bolshinsky
Cold Marble Statues
© Copyright: Евгений Вирцер, 2008
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