Rust by Крис Аивер & Jenoth

It’s closer than your shade
and softer than my voice,
That days when I’m cold and dumb,
And won’t ever sing.

I fear this more than scream
and hospital hall –
you look at me, inside,
waiting for something.


No one here with me
Look, how the sand flows
and rust is appearing.

Tell me, what should I do
for you can hear me
and leave me alone now.

It’s a good time to ask –
hey, what did you make?
And what will you make else,
while I’m hiding myself?

It’s easy to lend a hand,
Easy to raise me up.
But what would you say
if I don’t want to stand up?

It’s closer than your shade.
Look, how the sand flows
and rust is appearing.
Tell me, what should I do
For you can hear me
and leave me alone now.

• Progressive Rock
• Rock
• female vocals
• female_vocals
• indie
• indie rock
• music
• pop rock
• progressive
• russian
• Moscow