Текст песни 13 (Brent Walsh) с переводом

In the middle of a field of swaying wheat grass there stands a man in a suit

waving

Just a slight guesture of a hand

His eyes were a squint as if somewhere before his gaze and mine meet his sight

is stolen

His blank stare accented by dry, slightly parted lips that look like gasping

for breathe is a hobby long lost

Below the steel beneath my feet begins its subtle but growing vibration,

and i’m to captivated by the image of this lost soul to take any notice

Suddenly his weight becomes free from his prior self-confusion

Becomes one of fond farewell

The mans face now brightened with a smile as pure and genuine as his eyes

Which had turned a color to match his suit

It’s as if life had graced this man with a replica of birth

I didn’t feel the initial contact of the train

Nor did i feel any pain or even slight discomfort

I now lay on my back 13 feet from where i last stood

The man, a distraction

A lonely detail of an elaborate self conconsius decoy

The ground swells with water until my body along with the wheat grass are fully

consumed

And i become just another meal

Don’t be distracted by the man in the suit

He is but the pawn of lifes dirty work

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