There's a house with no door and I'm living there
at nights it gets so cold
and the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me,
that may be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.
There's a house with no bell, but then nobody calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell
if any are alive at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there
there's not much point in words
if there's no-one to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well,
I am ready to tell
whoever will finally come in
Of the line in my mind that's cold in the night,
it doesn't seem right
when there's that little dark figure running ...
There's a house with no door
and there's no living there:
one day it became a wall ...
well I didn't really care at the time.
There's a house with no light,
all the windows are sealed,
overtaxed and strained
NOW NOTHING IS REVEALED BUT TIME
I don't know you, you say you know me,
that may be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel,
my body's rejecting the cure .....
Won't somebody help me ......?
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Этот дом без дверей, и я живу в нем.
По ночам здесь так холодно, а днем трудно находиться внутри.
Этот дом без крыши, и дождь пробирается внутрь,
Падая сквозь мою голову, когда я пытаюсь думать, чтобы убить время.
Я не знаю тебя, ты говоришь, что ты знаешь меня, может быть,
это и правда, я так во многом не уверен...
Ты произносишь мое имя, но оно звучит нереально, я забыл, какими были мои ощущения,
Мое тело отвергает лечение.
Этот дом без звонков, но никто и не приходит.
Мне иногда бывает трудно сказать,
Есть ли снаружи кто-нибудь живой.
Этот дом без звуков - да, здесь тихо...
Здесь нет смысла в словах,
Если некому разделить с тобой время.
Я выучил мои строки, я так хорошо помню их, я готов рассказать их
Любому, кто бы ни пришел сюда в конце концов.
По моему разумению, ночами здесь холодно,
И кажется неправильным,
Когда здесь движется эта маленькая темная фигура...
Этот дом без дверей, и здесь никто не живет:
В какой-то момент он превратился в клетку...
Но мне совершенно все равно.
Этот дом без света; все окна запечатаны,
Занавешены и затянуты. НИЧЕГО НЕ ОСТАЛОСЬ, КРОМЕ ВРЕМЕНИ.
Я не знаю тебя, ты говоришь, что ты знаешь меня, может быть,
это и правда, я так во многом не уверен...
Ты произносишь мое имя, но оно звучит нереально, я забыл, какими были мои ощущения,
Мое тело отвергает лечение.....
Поможет ли мне кто-нибудь.....? There's a house with no door and I'm living there
at nights it gets so cold
and the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I do not know you, you say you know me,
that may be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.
There's a house with no bell, but then nobody calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell
if any are alive at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there
there's not much point in words
if there's no-one to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well,
I am ready to tell
whoever will finally come in
Of the line in my mind that's cold in the night,
it does not seem right
when there's that little dark figure running ...
There's a house with no door
and there's no living there:
one day it became a wall ...
well I did not really care at the time.
There's a house with no light,
all the windows are sealed,
overtaxed and strained
NOW NOTHING IS REVEALED BUT TIME
I do not know you, you say you know me,
that may be so,
there's so much that I am unsure of ...
You call my name, but it sounds unreal,
I forget how I feel,
my body's rejecting the cure .....
Will not somebody help me ......?
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This house without doors , and I live in it.
At night, there are so cold, and during the day it is difficult to be inside .
This house without a roof , and the rain sneaks inside,
Falling through my head when I 'm trying to think , to kill time.
I do not know you, you say that you know me , perhaps,
it's true , I 'm not sure in many ways ...
You say my name, but it sounds unreal , I forgot , what were my feelings ,
My body rejects treatment.
This house without calls, but no one comes .
I sometimes hard to tell
Is there anyone outside living .
This house without sound - yes, there quietly ...
There is no sense in the words ,
If there is no one to share time with you .
I learned my lines , I remember them so well , I am going to tell them
Anyone , no matter who came here in the end.
According to my understanding , the nights are cold,
And it seems wrong,
When moving here this little dark figure ...
This house with no doors and no one lives here :
At some point it turned into a cage ...
But I do not care .
This house is no light ; all the windows are sealed ,
Curtained and tightened. Nothing left but time.
I do not know you, you say that you know me , perhaps,
it's true , I 'm not sure in many ways ...
You say my name, but it sounds unreal , I forgot , what were my feelings ,
My body rejects treatment .....
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