Кэте Кольвицц - Смерть Вирджинии Вулф - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Meanwhile, always and in everything, your voice is not as weighing as other voices, bogged down in your hair, pour water pour sand, into unprotected weights, howl bonfires, right into open mouths. Swallow the grenade call the police, a pathologist will put on bit by bit, our faces, our faces, we will no longer dream of henceforth.