Broken Music

The music is broken on the edge of silence
The bow still remembers the live sound
Somewhere underneath the Cold War
The last misunderstanding is breathing

The music is broken, even though the city doesn't sleep
And not to collect its fragile parts
We haven't disappeared, we're barely audible
Only in the space of unrealizable passion

The music is broken and the verdict
The light doesn't reach the very bottom
If the shutter inside is distorted
So you don't need love

Memory is no longer like smoke
Memory - broken night switch
Some of us won't die young
He who is outside is the creator of boundaries

The music is broken on the edge of silence
The sound stops where we were
The word "love" does not come out of the darkness
As if he, like us, was not asked