Dream a little dream of me

“At once a new warmth flows through me. These voices, these quiet words, these footsteps in the trench behind me recall me at a bound from the terrible loneliness and fear of death by which I had been almost destroyed. They are more to me than life, these voices, they are more than motherliness and more than fear; they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere: they are the voices of my comrades.
I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;— I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life, we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.”

We can never go home,
We no longer have one
I'll help you carry the load,
I'll carry you in my arms,
The kiss of the snow
The crescent moon above us
Our blood is cold, we’re alone
But I’m alone with you

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever

If I say shut your eyes,
If I say look away
Bury your face in my shoulder
Think of a birthday
The things you put in your head
They will stay here forever
Our blood is cold, we’re alone, love
But I’m alone with you

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep alight together
Help me to carry the fire
It will light our way forever

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep alight together
Now help me to carry the fire
It will light up our way forever

If I say shut your eyes,
If I say shut your eyes
Bury me in surprise
Where I say shut your eyes

Help me to carry the fire
We will keep alight together
Help me carry the fire
It will light our way forever

когда ты называешь меня по имени, во мне умирает один единорог

Now that spring is finally here,
And your hollow heart, your hollow heart.
Drive through the forest and into the night,
Away from the city, away from the light.
Hollow heart, you're a hollow heart,
Oh, and we're worlds apart.
And we're worlds apart.

Empty veins and my plastic broken crown

- просто представь, что я бородатый мужик
ну, я просто помогаю тебе развивать воображение

In my place
Were lines that I couldn't change
I was lost

Ты лишь сожми мою ладонь
Коснувшись пальцев тишины
Чтобы почувствовать огонь
Свободы рвущейся души

Looking for a new place to begin,
Feeling like it's hard to understand

В 1982 году в дверь постучали. Это был чувак с гитарой по имени Джонни Марр. Наш общий приятель охарактеризовал меня как мизантропа, пишущего стихи, а Джонни был весьма любопытен.

это было так: боуи катился на самокате по мокрому после дождя асфальту, и тут он видит младенца, до боли напоминающего филдинга… ну не мог же он оставить малыша одного:)

Lying in false paradise
I found you on your side
Way down

And even when you know the way it's gonna blow
It's hard to get around the wind.

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness — I hope you're getting this down.