And that's the sweetest embrace of all

[Stella Maris]

У меня сегодня прекрасное похоронное настроение, и по этому случаю я (наконец-то) слушаю Ника Кейва. Воистину, старая любовь не ржавеет – включила и поняла, - как же я соскучилась… как соскучилась по нему. Да, когда поет Ник Кейв, - печально, иронично, безжалостно и прекрасно, - мир молчит, потому что все кажется уже сказанным. Что можно добавить к этому?

Far from me

For you dear, I was born

For you I was raised up

For you I've lived and for you I will die

For you I am dying now

You were my mad little lover

In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over

You who are so far from me

Far from me

So far from me

Way across some cold neurotic sea

Far from me



I would talk to you of all matter of things

With a smile you would reply

Then the sun would leave your pretty face

And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes

I keep hearing that you're doing best

I hope your heart beats happy in your infant breast

You are so far from me

Far from me

Far from me



There is no knowledge but I know it

There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice

That sails to me across the line

From the ridiculous to the sublime

It's good to hear you're doing so well

But really can't you find somebody else that you can ring and tell

Did you ever

Care for me?

Were you ever

There for me?

So far from me



You told me you'd stick by me

Through the thick and through the thin

Those were your very words

My fair-weather friend

You were my brave-hearted lover

At the first taste of trouble went running back to mother

So far from me

Far from me

Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea

Far from me

Far from me

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I-i-i-into my-y arms Oh,Lord

I-i-i-into my-y arms Oh,Lord