Radiogramophone is on the table,
I look at the shadow on the wall.
The shadow turned her back to me,
The shadow is already not dancing with me.
Some violins somewhere bited
Into someone's thin shoulders.
This music would be eternal,
If I'll replace the batteries.
This music would be eternal,
This music would be eternal,
If I'll replace the batteries,
If I'll replace the batteries.
I tested time on myself,
Time wore off and became differerent one.
Soft gypsum of the bedsheet
Saved your form of heat.
But old thermometer bursted,
How wonderful that you had gone.
This music woul be eternal,
If I'll replace the batteries.
This music would be eternal