My Wine — текст песни (Depressive Age)

There`s a castle burning, fallen is the bridge
There`s a good smell inside, water will not switch
So let it run in silence, let the flames their ways
Sometimes you`ll remember the smokie summerdays

Celebration in a new day`s dawn
The line of black boxes march along
Kiss their hands, don`t wait to make a try
To touch souls on journey to the sky - goodbye

My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free
Talks in things I see, in my fantasy

Hurting down from fever deep below
Pissdrop-silence in the new year snow
I sense a warm ray, don`t let it end
Yellow snow is in my mouth and in my hand - I sense you, man

My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free
Talks in things I see, in my fantasy

And all day it is the same I see
Castles burning, hold the lights for me
In the shadow, care to steer your flight
You know spiders spin their cobwebs so tight - I fight, I die

My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free
Talks in things I see, in my fantasy
My wine walks with me, where I go to be
Walks and talks with me, in sick harmony