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A vinyl record crackles dully in a dusty room
Your perfume remains on a white pillow—it dispels the melancholy…
You draw constellations with your finger on the old ceiling, powerlessly
You say that eternity is just a line written in river sand
Only morning tears this bliss apart… Cold coffee, a taxi outside the house
And our story stands frozen, never fully told
The windowpane fogged up from the cold and the icy draft
Erasing the colors of our half-forgotten ring
I will never again breathe
The cramped air inside your car…
With carefree old whispers on the radio through the years
And with your notes from an incomprehensible foreign land…
If only I had known sooner, my dear, at what price…This summer fairytale, where the heart burns to ashes…
That’s why I will never sleep now
If there’s no recipe for salvation from these ashes…
I found your Polaroid by chance among the books
That we never finished reading back then…
The smile on the card fades in this moment
Addressed to phrases that have vanished into thin air…
The houseplants you once watered
Have turned completely gray in the shadow of the fading day…
I keep an old sweater, smelling of campfire and pine resin
I pretend that you are still entirely, completely mine…
The record player’s needle suddenly jumps with a clatter
Scratching the seam, interrupting our almost truthful theme…
How quiet… Quieter than the most terrible scream…
Only the echo of my footsteps beats against the walls of the apartment…
I will never breathe again-a-a
The cramped air inside your car-a…
With carefree old whispers on the radio through the years-a
And with your notes from an incomprehensible foreign land-a…
If only I had known sooner, my dear, at what price this
summer fairy tale, where memory burns me-a…
That’s why I will never sleep now-a-a
Having forgotten even the formula of a new day…
Because an allergy has awakened in me
To the consequences of this chase…
Allergic to these empty palms-a…
And to the photo, where yours no longer warm…
Vinyl record… scratches seam…
I breathe… but not through you anymore…
