More songs by Jerry Heil
Description
Somewhere between the city's pulse and the beating of your own heart, this feeling is born - as if the air itself is vibrating with heat, and time suddenly becomes thick, almost physical. The world seems to have overheated, and now everything living is surfacing: fears, memories, love, the law that no one wrote, but everyone somehow follows. There are no loud pronouncements here - just movement from within, like a tide that doesn't ask for permission. Everything is melted and honest, as if someone has peeled off the protective film from reality. And amidst this heat, a strange calm resonates: to live, to burn, to repeat through generations, thus becoming the "warmth" that doesn't fade, even when the light has long gone.
Lyrics and translation
Original
There isn't a malice 'cause I'm still not that.
I'm still not there 'cause I dared to leave. There isn't "no one cares" written on the wall.
They would see you crawl, hear your momma call. There isn't people hate, instead afraid to fade.
But love is fair, no shade, no shade.
There isn't people less 'cause the love's the law. From high to low, below, we are.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
The earth's turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted. The earth is turning faster.
Truth covered with plasters. Faith, I'm made for trusters.
But truth, each time has blasted.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
What you sow is what you own, so what you own? Tell me what you own.
Something called a sperm in a little girl's home. Oh, she's home, but the keys to her phantom home.
What she sow can be unseen, something you won't see in a movie scene.
She's a daughter that will become a mother of a daughter that will become a mother of a. . .
How many generations to unbury the daughters of war?
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. The earth's turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted.
The earth is turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
The earth's turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
English translation
There isn't a malice 'cause I'm still not that.
I'm still not there 'cause I dared to leave. There isn't "no one cares" written on the wall.
They would see you crawl, hear your momma call. There isn't people hate, instead afraid to fade.
But love is fair, no shade, no shade.
There isn't people less 'cause the love's the law. From high to low, below, we are.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Tra-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
The earth's turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted. The earth is turning faster.
Truth covered with plasters. Faith, I'm made for trusters.
But truth, each time has blasted.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
What you sow is what you own, so what you own? Tell me what you own.
Something called a sperm in a little girl's home. Oh, she's home, but the keys to her phantom home.
What she sow can be unseen, something you won't see in a movie scene.
She's a daughter that will become a mother of a daughter that will become a mother of a. . .
How many generations to unbury the daughters of war?
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Tra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. The earth's turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted.
The earth is turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
The earth's turning faster. Truth covered with plasters.
Faith, I'm made for trusters. But truth, each time has blasted. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra. Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ra-ra.