Текст: Mountain Goats, The. Dinu Lipatti's Bones.

We stank of hair dye and ammonia

We sealed ourselves away from view

You were looking at the void and someone blinking

The best that I could do

Was to train my eyes on you

We scaled the hidden hills beneath the surface

Scraped our fingers bloody on the stones

And built a little house that we could live in

Out if Dinu Lipatti's bones



We kept our friends at bay all summer long

Treated the days as though they'd kill us if they could

Ringing out the hours like blood-drenched bedsheets

To keep wintertime at bay

But December showed up anyway

There was no money, it was money that you wanted

I went downtown, sold off most of what I owned

And we raised a tower to broadcast all our dark dreams

From Dinu Lipatti's bones