Muchy - 111

Tłumaczenie:

What is blurry up close, has- once seen from a distance - a new taste.
Indian summer, boredom, fog, autumn blinks at us like a red peacock
Divination from dirt under your fingernail, tarot from scraps, you play a solitaire with splinters
The windows are cold from the evenings, autumn blinks at us like a red peacock

Oilcloth sketches, cepeliad and photogenic fear
Good intentions, black thoughts, we're a little older again
Orangeade with tap water, fourth floor, you are counting the balance of losses
The windows are cold from the evenings, autumn blinks at us

Again, the stranger left circles in the carpet
Maybe it will work in stereo, let's try another week
Again, the stranger left circles in the carpet
Maybe it will work in stereo, let's try another week