Russian Red

aha, aha
The point is still the silence of your words
I listen to you more, I listen to you hiding far from the crowd,
in the middle of the cold.
aha, aha
The point is still the silence for your voice,
I listen to you more, I listen to you crawling right from the door,
you don't even make a noise.
Take for the falling rain a hat.
Find another story to be told to your ears at night.