Letra de 'A Mind's Dying Verse (the Solitary Stone)' de The Russian Futurists

From towers and trees
And churning seas
Controlling nature's will
From your window sill

Past the glass
The sun won't last
And if you had your way
They'd all be dismal days

We'd stay inside
Like you and hide
And wish that things would change
From behind window panes

But grab the reigns
And nurse those pains
Because many years have past
And your still stuck in last

Initials carved in trees
Representing you and me
Are now lost
And just washed
Out like stones into the sea

And boxes full of bones
Resting under polished stones
Represent
A fallen soldier
Left to die at war alone

From the start your heart was cursed
And the wine has made it worse
And sixteen years
Of captured tears
Have formed a mind's dying verse

It's a perversion of the arts
And young men's hearts,
An abomination
Of creation
Tearing brilliant minds apart

It's carved in bark
Circled with hearts,
It's a testament
To the love you've spent

You cross it out
When new loves sprout
Or when they come to bloom;
You're leaving wooden tombs

To leave a mark
Of hearts you've sparked
And turned to raging flames
Until you're feelings change

Now douse them fast
But leave the ash
Because it's a blackened pit
That they won't forget

Initials carved in trees
Representing you and me
Are now lost
And just washed
Out like stones into the sea

And boxes full of bones
Resting under polished stones
Represent
A fallen soldier
Left to die at war alone

From the start your heart was cursed
And the wine has made it worse
And sixteen years
Of captured tears
Have formed a mind's dying verse

It's a perversion of the arts
And young men's hearts,
An abomination
Of creation
Tearing brilliant minds apart

Boxes of bones
And polished stones
Are all that we have left
To commemorate the deaths

Of child and man
And life's cruel hand
Has tightened up it's grip
On your sinking ship

Now flowers are left
Where you now rest;
It's in a field alone,
A solitary stone

It cracks and splits
And the world forgets
And goes about it's day
In the usual way