Текст песни
(Verse 1)
Six a.m. in the mountain pine
Drawing a steady, Euclidean line
The coffee is cold, the vacuum tubes glow
An old Leningrad pulse, steady and slow
I calculate shadows on the cabin floor
Subtracting the world behind the door
The sine of the wind, the cosine of rain
Solving for peace in a complex plane.
(Chorus)
Variables dancing in the morning mist
Equations of things that don’t exist
One and a zero, a beat and a breath
Defying the logic of life and death
Quietly, softly, the integers fall
Like needles of pine against the wall.
(Verse 2)
My Junost-70 hums a low G
Resonating with a hemlock tree
The nylon strings are slightly worn
Like the brittle paper where myths are born
I don’t need the proof, I don’t need the sign
Just the golden ratio of the vertical line
A Soviet ghost in a Virgil woods
Understanding the silence as best as I could.
(Outro)
Summing the silence...
Dividing the light...
The formula’s balanced...
Goodnight, goodnight.
(Fade out with soft synthesizer pads and the sound of dry leaves)
