The Purple Cloud - Siberia | Текст песни

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• The Purple Cloud
• Siberia

Holey jumper, worn since the last winter.
Books, jotters full of useless info.
I look closely into your eyes and devastated
I understand how much I miss everyone.

Realisation comes like a thunder in may,
I’m 16 and I’m sitting with her on a bench
somewhere in the middle of Siberia.Dirty April snow and a bust of Lenin;
I wished to drown in this soup like carcinogenic spices.

A friend amongst foes, a foe amongst friends.
I don’t belong to no place and no language;
And sunrise, it’s aluminium taste
Unconscious convulsions bring me back to life.