Вспоминая весну 2014, в ожидании весны новой - во многих отношениях уникальные The Smiths. А прежде всего в том, чтобы вогнать вас, как говорится, в полный декаданс. And I know it's over - still I cling I don't know where else I can go Over and over and over and over Over and over И всё-таки, в любом случае, в песнях The Smiths есть своя особая атмосфера - немного юношеского максимализма - когда всё или ничего, когда болезненнее всего ощущается одиночество в постоянном противопоставлении "я" и "они" и смерть - привилегия - "the pleasure", "the privilege is mine"...

A Story At Three again and again they blend into one, my father the morning pushes through my moonlight love, so what′s sleep, sleep, sleep. whoaa.. i′m tired, so tired, so tired.. but it seems that there′s someone here with me we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we′re awaiting deathless ones we are the wakeful, wry and watchful, we′re awaiting deathless ones a story at three with the shrillest of cries, my mind fights with the sparkles in the corner of my eyes, so what′s sleep, sleep, sleep. whoaa.. i′m tired, so tired, so tired... but it seems that there′s someone here with me We are the...