Текст песни Cloud Atlas - Мухи

We walk down the street - hand in hand
And loopholes in your eyes gray wool clouds
You're having fun, I continue to lie to yourself
Senior graduate classes do not pull on the bed
It will take two years, but in your eyes
Do not change the weather. A little bird told me
& quot; Take out of the closet and dress quickly run
How long has enough angst & quot;

Flies die of boredom
Where we cross our arms. I
With a head dive into your swamp
Exhausts, he recalled
Well, why do you know? I
All waiting for something, someone

You see, this thing falls in a suitcase
And what the devil are you going yourself?
But, thank God, no one to blame
I still do not have the guts reckoned the blame
According to the forecast is clear in radius without you
However, not in vain, I grabbed an umbrella
On my planet is no longer rains
But you can not guess the place where you laugh