Gaba Kulka - Aaa...

Aaa ...
When I'll love it, I will say it
In that grinding speech
Too many consonants
Every second is S, every third Z
But however it is
When there are no foreign tears
He allows to sit in his body
Take one breath from the other
Teaches me how to sow the wind
And collect storms
Mow the roses
With one hand
How without regret, regret, regret
Cut down a flower
Blackness for sleep
The porcelain pouring into pale
That's all I can see
Although I can see, I do not speak
So what am I ashamed of
And what I can't
Every moment is good
Every moment is good
So
What are you afraid of
What am I afraid of
When I'll reach for a hand
There will be no fin
Evolution in the heart is irrelevant
Let me sit in your body
Play this strange geometry
Teach me how to sow the wind
And collect storms
Mow the roses
With one hand
How without regret, regret, regret
I have a favorite place
Sweet state of uncertainty
Before events will go
Is it beautiful, say it?
And when I'll fell, I don't know
On my way to you somewhere
Will you see at all
Will you hear at all
Or as quiet as a mouse
I am even when I scream ...