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[miiir]

Via: lxe ex и с другого фланга

Trading sunbeam for window green,
trading the flame for steam,
one cell of calendar grid, one captured spot.
Red-heated sun ball burns down clean,
embers of day char akin,
Night is dropping the screen on, the city is caught.

Chorus:
"We want change", souls of ours demand.
"We want change", eyes never stop to attend.
In our tears and laugh, in the pulse
of our blood vessel chains
We want change, we're longing for change.

Electricity adds extra time to the day
and the matchbox is petered out, yup,
but the gas in the oven flocks the warm buzz.
Cigarettes in our hands, tea in the cups,
that's how the circuit hooks up.
And there are no strings attached, this is all within us.

(Chorus)

One should barely praise us for wisdom of eyes
or expression of brilliant wit.
We need nothing alike to turn our wings in one swing.
Cigarettes in our hands, tea in the cups,
now the circuit's complete.
And just in a moment it's frightening to change anything.

(Chorus)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHzsy2aymug
http://www.karaoke.ru/song/2404.htm


И на этом завязываем с контекстом эпохи, и так большой эпиграф выходит.