Жан Милимеров - Фотография
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In a room with a red lamp
Light and shadows play
Lighting up the stars in the evening sky
Clock hands back
Turned time upside down
There's no need to go anywhere and it's never too late
I'm on thin paper
I paint with chiaroscuro
Going through the sketches of the past
And it’s like I’m sewing with a needle
From the patches of doubt
Big blanket of my torn life
And in that old photograph it’s me
And to the left, slightly touching with your hand - you
And in that old photograph it’s me
And to the left, slightly touching with your hand - you
Turn up the music louder without closing the windows
Let the city hear the new cassette
Our first day is over
Conversation about high
And this very strange song in two verses
Flying over a summer night
Towards new notes
What pours from the soul without a score
In a room with a lampshade
Against the background of dark windows
These black and white figures froze
And in that old photograph it’s me
And to the left, slightly touching with your hand - you
And in that old photograph it’s me
And to the left, slightly touching with your hand - you