Текст Voltaire – Firestorms Of Venus

Sympathy comes in a kettle
You pour the tea and gently smile
And I, I’m so content here
Calm, if for a while

Mission control sent me a message
«Planet approaching, prepare to land.»
And I put on my helmet, slipped my gloves on
And reached for the latch
I opened the door
«What do you see?
Awaiting report.»
I said, «It’s beautiful!»

There is a storm burning
Under the surface of your smile
And this torturous yearning
Is the only proof I am alive
I’m alive
I’m alive

I’m out of control
Everything’s aching
I drop to my knees and begin to pray
My skin is on fire. My heart is breaking
And all that I was is burning away
And all I want, is to shatter the hourglass
To’ve met you, I’d do it again

There is a storm burning
Under the surface of your smile
And this torturous yearning