Текст песни Lapochka - The Mars Volta
How
long
must
I
wait
How
long
must
I
wait
Til
the
mountains
of
avarice
turn
blue?
How
long
must
I
wait
How
long
must
I
wait
Til
the
moleskin
I
pick
becomes
fused?
The
avulsion
whims
its
spurs
in
the
pinches
of
my
earth
The
dust
I
kick
of
animus
shatters
Recorded
on
my
reels
of
tape,
the
trauma
stops
my
flow
And
in
your
suppression
tastes
sulfur
Hear
the
children
say
(Inexpressible
innocence)
How
long
must
I
wait
How
long
must
I
wait
Til
the
mountains
of
avarice
turn
blue?
How
long
must
I
wait
How
long
must
I
wait
Til
the
moleskin
I
pick
becomes
fused?
As
suddenly
your
avalanche
Reverses
my
polarity
And
secretly
come
Sunday
morning
Standing
at
the
pulpit
to
an
empty
room
Hear
the
children
say
(Inexpressible
innocence)
Tear
of
mended
sails
How
long
must
I
wait
How
long
must
I
wait
Til
the
mountains
of
avarice
turn
blue
How
long
must
I
wait
How
long
must
I
wait
Til
the
moleskin
I
pick
becomes
fused?
The
drowning
water
you
drink,
passed
on
by
birth
I
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