Текст песни Machinarium - Lor
There′s
a
world
between
the
fires
Knives
are
touched
by
mellow
snouts
Blinds
move
fingers
to
get
opened
They
have
two
shimmering
tongues
Unevenly
ironed
outfit
And
hair
pulled
by
jagged
comb
Stairs
they
creak
under
the
water
Sirens
whistle
about
the
woes
Witg
the
useless
conversation
Echo
settled
in
the
well
There's
the
loudest
happy
birthday
Sang
by
mouthless
artisan
Slept
a
short
line
on
the
palm
top
I
should
own
a
longer
life
Falling
in
the
row
of
divers
Traces
of
some
woolly
paws
There′s
a
window
on
the
park
bench
Sink
below
the
tained
hands
I've
never
believed
in
landscapes
Of
buried
nests
in
golden
sands
Now
we're
sleeping
on
the
ceiling
Stars
slip
out
of
Orion′s
sword
And
then
deep
inside
your
pocket
There′s
a
smell
of
cinnamon
1 Aberdeen
2 The Girl with the Flaxen Hair
3 Machinarium
4 The King
5 Happy Birthday
6 Landscapes
7 Bonum
8 Windmill
9 Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage
10 Cinnamon
11 Patty Boo
12 Ribbon
13 Matches
14 Aquarius
15 Keaton
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