I feel there is no air around us.
I cannot breathe, but know I must.
I try to break the vacuum we belong,
But vainly, I do something wrong…
(Chorus)
I wing this air,
Wind touches my hair.
Like feather one
I fly and run.
I wing this air,
Wind touches my hair,
Like feather one
I go to the sun. (x2)
I feel—my slabby blood doesn’t run.
I cannot talk to anyone.
I try to feel the perfume that you smell,
But vainly, we’re in airless hell…
(Chorus)
I wing the air,
Wind touches my hair.
Like feather one
I fly and run.
I wing the air,
Wind touches my hair.
Like feather one
I go to the sun. (x2)
I feel the rocky-dust in heart.
I cannot clean from soul fear’s smut.
I try to break the vacuum we belong,
But vainly, now I am not strong…
(Chorus)
Airless
© Copyright: Карина Бондаренко, 2009
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