Перевод песни: Братья Грим - "The silence of the microphones"



I will get tired of being a sun wind this summer
I am dying for the snow to cry
Trembling on the glass
Veins become tunnels and walls
And the trains start chaffing along 
Some off to the cities, others anyplace


Microphones are silent and the recorders have died somewhere
Flowers have drooped and got stuck to someone's wet palms
You are looking for an answer, crying over the first verse
You are looking for me


We will tell our secrets to each other
And will send the telegram greeting
Waiting for the answer for ages
And the silence will spread out the splinters
And the trains will start chaffing along
Some off to the cities, others no-place


Microphones are silent and the recorders have died somewhere
Flowers have drooped and got stuck to someone's wet palms
You are looking for an answer, crying over the first verse
You are looking for me