Из альбома: Shrines
The scent of my hands is familiar
to (?) men in their call
to gargle on their spirits of fire, fire, fire
who speak with so tenderly
who speak with, so tenderly coax
The tinge of my eyes is familiar
to (?) men in their call
to (?)
to their closetly homes
Illuminate the words of the ghosts
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears, ears
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears, ears ring
The air is familiar
So is that smell
Dead boys cover their mouths
Refill their quotas
with vessels of earth
and cry into (?) bones
Dust of my necklace, familiar
To culminated piles,
To the culminated piles of bones
that shift when the earth quakes
It trembles, trembles
(?)
The scent of my skin is familiar
to (?) men in their call
to gargle on their spirits of fire, fire, fire
who speak with so tenderly
who speak with so tenderly, coax
The air is familiar
So is that smell
Dead boys cover their mouths
and refill their quotas
in vessels of earth
(?)
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ringing, teeth clicking
Ears ears ring