About these events…

**Verse 1** In a stealthy whisper, Barely audible, With a delicate scalpel I cut the silence. Like a fine thread, Like a fine thread, I would tell you, I would tell you About these events… **Pre‑Chorus** Whether late or early — Crimson roses twist and curl, We’re like drunken fools, Below salvation, earthquakes swirl. Stones beneath the ice, Time moves on, Time moves on… **Chorus** With sharp sounds, With ragged wounds, Beaded and marked, Joy as a tongue! **Bridge** Digits like droplets Before my eyes, Before my eyes — In straight lines, As radio messages… **Verse 2** On a moonlit night, On a moonlit night Crunching underfoot, The time of cruel, The time of cruel Truth’s falling… **Pre‑Chorus** Whether late or early — Crimson roses twist and curl, We’re like drunken fools, Below salvation, earthquakes swirl. Stones beneath the ice, Time moves on, Time moves on… **Chorus** With sharp sounds, With ragged wounds, Beaded and marked, Joy as a наречие! **Bridge** Digits like droplets Before my eyes, Before my eyes — In straight lines, As radio