How the Silence Will Sound
Do you know how the silence will sound? That silence, much darker than night? It's cold as a wave on the sea-battered ground, Or cryptic as dots in our sight. It follows no fashion, it breaks all the trends, It cares not for seasons' rotation. As fickle as weather that never quite ends, As lonely as isles of the ocean. In that silence, no news makes a sound, And no telephone ringing is waking. A wizard, a villain, who can't be unbound, Is flipping my days like a film we are making. As quiet as maples that drop all their leaves, A candle of honey aroma is fading. A kaleidoscope flashes the moments it weaves, Like years and like instants, a winged flock is wading. My memory's sweet, it's a torture, a friend, It lays down a soft bed for my insomnia. Her postcards come back to torment and to send A thousand of faces that look just like you are. The shadows are dancing around her cold bed, The hot wax of dates is now dripping. The words we were too shy to ever have said In that silence are diamonds worth shipping. In that silence, no news makes a sound, And no telephone ringing is waking. A wizard, a villain, who can't be unbound, Is flipping my days like a film we are making. As quiet as maples that drop all their leaves, A candle of honey aroma is fading. A kaleidoscope flashes the moments it weaves, Like years and like instants, a winged flock is wading. I'd take you with me to that silence's keep, I'd wrap you within it, a blanket of night. Perhaps it would stop its cold torture and creep, And cease its tormenting me, lonely, at night. In that silence, no news makes a sound, And no telephone ringing is waking. A wizard, a villain, who can't be unbound, Is flipping my days like a film we are making. As quiet as maples that drop all their leaves, A candle of honey aroma is fading. A kaleidoscope flashes the moments it weaves, Like years and like instants, a winged flock is wading. (Instrumental) Do you know how the silence will sound...
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[Куплет 1] Do you know how the silence will sound? That silence, much darker than night? It's cold as a wave on the sea-battered ground, Or cryptic as dots in our sight. [Предприпев] It follows no fashion, it breaks all the trends, It cares not for seasons' rotation. As fickle as weather that never quite ends, As lonely as isles of the ocean. [Припев] In that silence, no news makes a sound, And no telephone ringing is waking. A wizard, a villain, who can't be unbound, Is flipping my days like a film we are making. As quiet as maples that drop all their leaves, A candle of honey aroma is fading. A kaleidoscope flashes the moments it weaves, Like years and like instants, a winged flock is wading. [Куплет 2] My memory's sweet, it's a torture, a friend, It lays down a soft bed for my insomnia. Her postcards come back to torment and to send A thousand of faces that look just like you are. [Предприпев] The shadows are dancing around her cold bed, The hot wax of dates is now dripping. The words we were too shy to ever have said In that silence are diamonds worth shipping. [Припев] In that silence, no news makes a sound, And no telephone ringing is waking. A wizard, a villain, who can't be unbound, Is flipping my days like a film we are making. As quiet as maples that drop all their leaves, A candle of honey aroma is fading. A kaleidoscope flashes the moments it weaves, Like years and like instants, a winged flock is wading. [Бридж] I'd take you with me to that silence's keep, I'd wrap you within it, a blanket of night. Perhaps it would stop its cold torture and creep, And cease its tormenting me, lonely, at night. [Припев] In that silence, no news makes a sound, And no telephone ringing is waking. A wizard, a villain, who can't be unbound, Is flipping my days like a film we are making. As quiet as maples that drop all their leaves, A candle of honey aroma is fading. A kaleidoscope flashes the moments it weaves, Like years and like instants, a winged flock is wading. (Instrumental) [Аутро] Do you know how the silence will sound...
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