Without Thinking

every page of every story
turning back hopes to control me
plays it's role without thinking
plays majestic olive chords.

grave as green when second's turning,
stunned to death to metronome me.
watch my dance without thinking,
water is drained, I hear no words.

uniformed, official duty
trying hard to overcute me,
takes my time without thinking.
jigsaw puzzles tear apart.

record stores and basement ceilings,
it takes zillions to believe me.
candles burn without thinking,
watching sparkles makes me sad.

morning comes when you unlabel,
I am late again: please blame me.
when we talk without thinking,
sun is yellower than grass.

girlish stains that come so creamy
when I talk my way to free me.
prearrange without thinking,
I'll recite the void lines.

Average: 6 (2 votes)

Bit Mountain. English Version

The colour of the city
Is brighter than the void
And far from being pretty
I’m trying to avoid
The means of entertainment
The ways of getting bigger
To cancel every payment
I’m checking every figure
You have to figure out
And I control your movements
From dancefloor to chill out
I do remember nothing
I understand your feelings
I feel it when you’e coming
No use of getting near me
Cos I behold the colours

And I don’t want no contacts
No ways to be contacted
Just let me stay in darkness
You can go on without me

Average: 6 (3 votes)

Bit Mountain

такого цвета небо,
как мертвый телевизор.
антенна – иероглиф.
мне показалось снизу,
за окнами в полоску.
ещё один квадрат и
я не хожу на пары,
мне ничего не надо.
в зрачках не отражаясь
по склону едет крыша.
я сам себе товарищ,
я вас уже не слышу,
я сам себе здесь первый,
второй и третий лишний.
закончились ступеньки,
мне не подняться выше.

я не смотрю на небо,
под цвет ему глазами.
внизу остался город,
я вас уже не знаю.

Average: 9.5 (2 votes)