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