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T. Zakharova - THE LAST PAGE
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Текст песни: Paper slowly folding, distant chair creak, soft in a log hiss
I found your face inside a newspaper
It was reading
Me
Every headline knows my skin
Every page that's darkness in
Ink is running through my veins
Writing all forgotten names
Pictures learn the way I breathe
Words are growing underneath
Someone stitched another me
Between the lines I couldn't read
I have built a room of dust
Made from silence, fear, and rust
Every chair remembers pain
Every window calls my name
I kept hiding in the yard
While it slowly took my heart
Now the canvas knows my face
Better than I ever did
Better than I ever did
Broken piano, deep cello
Analog pulse
Paper tearing
Long silence
Do you hear?
The paper breathe
Do you feel?
It watching me
Every page
Another life
Music suddenly changes
I became the thing I painted
Every color learned my name
Now the silence where's my heartbeat nothing ever stays the same
Every newspaper keeps a secret
Every portrait hides a door
I was searching for tomorrow
Now tomorrow lives no more
The newspapers cover skies, so nobody sees my eyes
People smile with borrowed skin, paper hearts are stitched within
Every story changes shape, every memory escapes
I can hear the pages crawl, like they never stopped at all
Some unfolded all the light, into birds that fear the night
Every feather made of ink, every heartbeat starts to sink
I can hear the paper sing, like forgotten suffering
Every word becomes a face, waiting quietly in place
Contrast break
Touch my hands, they're made of paper
Touch my eyes, they're full of ink
Who wrote me?
Maybe
You did
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Then, absolute silence
Every page becomes a mirror
Every mirror steals a name
Every portrait keeps on breathing
Every breath becomes a frame
If tomorrow finds my shadow
Let it leave without my face
If tomorrow reads this story
Burn the paper, save no trace
Don't read the last page, it already knows you
I found your face inside a newspaper
It was reading
Me
Every headline knows my skin
Every page that's darkness in
Ink is running through my veins
Writing all forgotten names
Pictures learn the way I breathe
Words are growing underneath
Someone stitched another me
Between the lines I couldn't read
I have built a room of dust
Made from silence, fear, and rust
Every chair remembers pain
Every window calls my name
I kept hiding in the yard
While it slowly took my heart
Now the canvas knows my face
Better than I ever did
Better than I ever did
Broken piano, deep cello
Analog pulse
Paper tearing
Long silence
Do you hear?
The paper breathe
Do you feel?
It watching me
Every page
Another life
Music suddenly changes
I became the thing I painted
Every color learned my name
Now the silence where's my heartbeat nothing ever stays the same
Every newspaper keeps a secret
Every portrait hides a door
I was searching for tomorrow
Now tomorrow lives no more
The newspapers cover skies, so nobody sees my eyes
People smile with borrowed skin, paper hearts are stitched within
Every story changes shape, every memory escapes
I can hear the pages crawl, like they never stopped at all
Some unfolded all the light, into birds that fear the night
Every feather made of ink, every heartbeat starts to sink
I can hear the paper sing, like forgotten suffering
Every word becomes a face, waiting quietly in place
Contrast break
Touch my hands, they're made of paper
Touch my eyes, they're full of ink
Who wrote me?
Maybe
You did
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Then, absolute silence
Every page becomes a mirror
Every mirror steals a name
Every portrait keeps on breathing
Every breath becomes a frame
If tomorrow finds my shadow
Let it leave without my face
If tomorrow reads this story
Burn the paper, save no trace
Don't read the last page, it already knows you
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