Текст песни
(Intro: Soft hiss of a magnetic tape, distant wind through pine needles, a gentle acoustic guitar starts)
(Verse 1)
X equals the rustle of the leaves
Y is the shadow that the mountain weaves
I calculate the distance to the stars
From a wooden porch, behind the rusted bars
Of a logic that I left so far behind
In the frozen corridors of a structured mind.
(Chorus)
Oh, the formula is simple, the rhythm is slow
Like the Neva river under winter snow
But here the pines are green, the air is deep
Equations in my head have gone to sleep
Soviet dreams in a Virginian breeze
Solving for the silence among the trees.
(Verse 2)
The sine wave of the hills is smooth and gray
I integrate the ending of the day
Analog warmth in a digital void
Each lonely decimal is now destroyed
By the bossa beat, a steady pulse of grace
Mapping out the coordinates of this place.
(Bridge: Instrumental solo on a warm, detuned synthesizer, sounding like a 1980s film soundtrack)
(Chorus)
Oh, the formula is simple, the rhythm is slow
Like the Neva river under winter snow
But here the pines are green, the air is deep
Equations in my head have gone to sleep
Soviet dreams in a Virginian breeze
Solving for the silence among the trees.
(Outro)
Five plus four... a mountain floor.
Three minus two... just me and you.
Zero... zero... zero...
(Music fades into the sound of a forest at dusk)
