Текст песни Роман Штігер - любов

love is all we have now
it's like one cigarette and one match
one target and one shot
love is what makes us warm when it's cold

You go to the first tram that runs down
in the narrow corners of our city
like the water running between the cobblestone shaft
with a warm breath blowing at the window and thinking
that time spans very quickly when near
not me
it's like poison that is nothing
not removed from the body

You must not be afraid to let go
need to go to return
the verses must be unwritten
music must not be played
love must be mutual

These are your awkward mouths that kiss your wrists
Your look is a sting that pierces through
all the body of which it is patient and sweeter
like a wine that pulses on broken grape cloves
among the Georgian plantations
where the sun sparkles on the skin with lights

Do not disturb my silence
if you go
then go without cutting the body of dumb air
go so that it can not be heard
your impetuous breath
your careless numbness

the word is the art of sound and thought
it proceeds from the middle of the intersection of the planes
it passes through the cells and flows in the veins
love is when there is something to keep silent about
my love
love is all we have now
one target and one shot
my love
my love