Текст песни Ноэл - Кайра - Позови меня на чай.

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Call me for tea.
Read aloud, feel about yourself, give everything you have.
One hundred eight seconds to midnight.
Sleep in one eye, even thoughts and those are silent.
To die in the silence of presence, to return back to pauses.
A taste of eternity.
Kitchen.

Call me for tea.
Calm down the rhythms, be alone.
Alone. It is as if together, but not even close or even in the neighborhood.
You will say that I am a dreamer. Not at all.
You will look into my eyes and you will not see anything unusual.
The most ordinary, ordinary, like wet autumn rain.
We didn't even notice when the wet autumn rain became something ordinary.
Do you remember, once there was so much miracle.
When there is an echo of life in every snowflake.

Call me for tea.
So you want to drown in the space of lyrics.
Cover yourself with the aroma of black tea and the music of your gentle hands, like a warm blanket on a frosty night.
So I want to keep warm.
Get warm.
As then in the frozen barracks, hiding behind two pea jackets.
There is no stronger attraction to tenderness than at night in a frozen barracks thousands of miles from home.
Thousands of kilometers from home. In the frozen barracks. Covering myself with two pea jackets.

Call me for tea.
Point your finger to a chair you can sit on. Let this be my place.
Let this be my place.
A chair and the space of an outstretched arm around is all I need from this world.
I will sit down and calm down.
Put a mug of tea in front of me. I will be your guest.
Sit next to me.
We will silently listen to the beat of the second hand, go crazy with awkwardness. Let's keep quiet.
Tasty. Warmly.
Delicious and warm.
The liquid warms the body. Your presence warms me entirely.
In all the depths of totality.

Call me for tea.
I will give you everything I have.
I will read aloud, stay with you until the morning.
I'll stay. Let's stay.
Let's stay in each other's being.
It is as if together, but not even close or even in the neighborhood.
It's not even in neighboring galaxies. For rent, not even in neighboring universes.
Perhaps there is no point of contact for us at all.
Perhaps we are destined to try to find each other until the end of our days.
Perhaps this is the essence of life - to find the door to each other's authenticity.
Why are we so delightfully happy, being alone with each other, clearly realizing that we do not see each other?

Call me for tea.
To speak quietly. Silence loudly. Feel deeply or how it goes. Laughing sincerely, crying desperately.
Faced with the impossibility of comprehension, slowly go crazy. Let's go crazy together. I can't see you, I can't touch you. Only the consequences.
Consequences of your presence. Smell, breath sound, hair color. A candy wrapper, but not yet taste.
Unbearable, like in a glass box. We put our palms on the glass and try to touch each other. But there are no bodies, not even hints of each other's existence. Fantasy.
Where are you? Why can't I see you? To touch you.
To touch you.
I so want to touch you.

Call me for tea.
Let's be a secret. In the impossibility of comprehending.
Let's laugh at stupidity. We burst into tears in despair.
Where are you?
How do you?
Why aren't you drinking your tea?
Stay with me.
One hundred eight seconds to midnight.
The candle is almost burnt out. It became completely dark. We were left alone.
Alone.
Alone. It is as if together, but not even close or even in the neighborhood.
Please, do not go. Stay with me for a moment.
Why aren't you drinking your tea?
Where are you?
Where are you?

Call me for tea.
Call me.
Call.