Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Занавес цвета сажи (A Curtain the Color of Soot)

The credits are rolling on the cinema screen
The saddest ending that you’ve ever seen
The hero is dead in the rainy street
The villain escaped with the absolute cheat
The femme fatale is crying alone
Next to a disconnected telephone
It’s a tragedy written in black and in white
Swallowed entirely by the depth of the night
We played our parts to the very last line
You were yours, and I was mine
But the director yelled cut, the lights came on
And all of the beautiful magic is gone
Fade to black, let the curtain fall
There’s no one left to answer the call
The mystery is solved, the case is closed
The terrible secrets have been exposed
Turn off the camera, pack up the track
It’s time to fade, fade to black
We’ll meet again in another script
Where the dialogue is sharp and the guns are gripped
But for tonight, the story is done
The shadows have conquered the setting sun
Fade to black, let the curtain fall
There’s no one left to answer the call
The mystery is solved, the case is closed
The terrible secrets have been exposed
Turn off the camera, pack up the track
It’s time to fade, fade to black
Fade to black...