Текст песни Stereolab - The Flower Called Nowhere
Stereolab - The Flower Called Nowhere слова песни
All the small boats on the water arentGoing anywhere,Surely they must be loaded withMore than simple matter,Floating on top and gracefully tendingTo the same pole,All the small boats on the waterGoing nowhereIs it true that none of them, will everBreak free and sail? Feel the night is made of rocks,The stagnant mass...Is it true that none of them, will everBreak free and sail? Break free from the stagnant boats,Left in obscurityAll the faces with their eyes closed,Giving a smile,WeightlessLike a body that would vacate to itsOwn lightIs it true that none of theseContented happy faces will not ever hear a cry,Wont hear a cry? Is it true that none of these contentedHappy faces will not ever hear a cry,Filled with love not with desire,Love not desire?