Boulevard of Broken Hopes

Your silk scarf caught on the corner of the bench.
I smoke, watching the wind turn the pages of a newspaper.
We stopped seeming like part of a family long ago,
We are random shadows, wandering towards the dim light.
No promises. Only plastic, glass, and concrete.
In this place, hope sounds like bad manners.

Припев
Boulevard of broken dreams.
No one here will ask you to stay.
Among the gray, faceless, alien coasts,
We are left only to laugh in silence.
A synthetic beat and a guitar string.
We drank this illusion down to the very bottom.


Someone threw flowers at the closed doors of a cabaret,
The red velvet drooped under the blows of the first snow.
You read poems about some forgotten time,
Where there was no need to hide or run.
I listen to your monotonous, tired vocals.
You and I have lost, even though no one was playing.


Absolute control over the trembling in our hands.
A perfect suit to hide the emptiness.
We stand on shards, having forgotten our fear,
Having traded our altitude for silence.



Припев
Boulevard of broken dreams.
No one here will ask you to stay.
Among the gray, faceless, alien coasts,
We are left only to laugh in silence.
A synthetic beat and a guitar string.
We drank this illusion down to the very bottom.


Just walk.
Through this cold.
A modest finale.
Boulevard.
End of communication.