Романс [Romans] [English translation]

The lamp’s about to die

The calendars do lie

So if you really wished to tell me something I must hear

Then now it’s time

The sounds leak through the ropes

Yet silence not benign

When at the wedding feast the drunken husband drops

A glass of wine

The black walls smear and glow

The bullet can’t say no

So quiet that I can feel the metro carriages flow

Deep down below

The soldiers walk in line

The end of verse is blind

And after all those years the buzzing phone wires

Are still intertwined

And sometime wind will blow

To shut and slam the door

“Hello”

Now we find happiness tonight and evermore

“Hello”

Now we find happiness tonight and evermore