Testo di Pripyat

We speak as particles When we speak Dot Dot We become chemicals Where we are Dot Dot Our town it wonders why Its only guests are dreams Memories that float like fog Drift through missing windowpanes And when the moonlight comes Stars lie down like broken glass And our poor town aches for us Frozen times that cannot pass Can never pass Now the surrounding woods Have moved into the town Curious where children went Who used to climb up in their boughs Wild horses wander now Where only our feet used to tread Eating grass that grows around The crumbling remnants of our end Of our end