DESCRIPTION:
The Diamond Blow (Abraham Kenny)
Russian adaptation - Elena Shirikalova
In April 2011 Estonian based Australian born artist The Diamond Blow moved in to Tallinn's Linnahall, a colossal and decaying concert hall built for the 1980 Moscow Olympics. Within his dressing room the preparations began, to take the stage and once again bring to life this abandoned futurist temple.
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THE FATE OF LONELY GHOSTS
Have you ever wondered
What happens to the ghosts at the end of the world
Do they haunt the place where once stood, a haunted house
Now vaporized and turned to dust, there's no one left to scare
So floats the lonely ghosts, alone in space, awaiting their release

This is the fate of lonely ghosts

Have you ever wondered
What happens to true love at the end of the world
If it's eternal as it seems, it will stand the diamond blow
And continue being love, just doing what it does
So floats the lonely love, alone in space, until it infiltrates lonely ghosts

This is the fate of lonely ghosts...

You're white bed linen looks better through
These cut out holes for eyes
I have the mind to make new life to haunt
You're white bed linen looks better through
These cut out holes for eyes
I have the mind to make new life to haunt

The fate of lonely ghosts
The fate of lonely

This is the fate of lonely ghosts...

You're white bed linen looks better through
These cut out holes for eyes
I have the mind to make new life to haunt
You're white bed linen looks better through
These cut out holes for eyes
I have the mind to make new life to haunt
You're white bed linen looks better through
These cut out holes for eyes
I have the mind to make new life to haunt
Our white bed linen tears and severs through
These cut holes for lives
We are aligned to make new life to haunt
We're no longer ghosts but God


Могли бы вы представить
Что станет с душами когда рухнет мир
Тени, что в домах бродили
Внушая страх
Все стало прахом, спасенья нет
И некого пугать
И так парят во тьме призраки
В космической тюрьме

И это рок заблудших душ
И это рок заблудших душ

А знаете что станет
С любовью истинной когда рухнет мир
Если вечна то тогда сиянием мглу пронзит
Продолжит долг нести и сквозь галактики
Так мчит любовь одна, ища во тьме,
Пристанище призраков

И это рок заблудших душ
И это рок заблудших душ

И твои простыни белые,
с прорезями для глаз,
у меня идея заново зажить

И это рок заблудших душ
И это рок заблудших душ

И твои простыни белые,
с прорезями для глаз,
у меня идея заново зажить

Наши простыни в пух и прах,
прорези для глаз
Я вижу свет, чтоб заново начать
Не призраки но Бог