Pentru ei si pentru cei cu bataie
de inima.
Press your cheekbone onto my heart
Plant the anger of never coming back.
When your tears grow inside of me,
let them branch across my lungs
all across…
Stagnation always made us feel
Like all is alive in a numbing sleep
(Even when gravity pulls our bodies into the ground)
like all the world will soon be a half-forgotten sound
Just like flesh I grow sick of clotted blood
When your presence still lingers into me,
but you open doors when none would budge
you close me in, you drag me far
all across
I’m not lost, I’m finally where I’m supposed to be
around you
when your tears grow inside of me
let them branch across my lungs
I’ll let you get across
