Ткань, пропитанная ложью (Fabric Soaked in Lies)

The club was dark, The band was playing slow. I saw your profile in the amber glow. You struck a match And lit a cigarette. A cinematic moment I will never forget. We didn't speak. We only shared a look. A silent chapter in a tragic book. Silhouettes and smoke, That is all we ever were. A fleeting illusion, A memory in a blur. Silhouettes and smoke fading in the Air. Reach out to touch you, But there is nothing there. We danced one time across the wooden Floor before you walked out Through the heavy door. No telephone number, No promise to return. Just a solitary ember left to burn. I come here every Friday wearing the same dress, Living in an elegant state of distress. Silhouettes and smoke, that is all we ever Were. Fleeting illusion, A memory in a blur. Silhouettes and smoke Fading in the air. I reach out to touch you, But there is nothing there. Just shadows on the ceiling. Just ashes in the Tray. A beautiful, temporary Feeling That the morning washed away. Silhouettes and smoke, Lost in the night. Waiting for a lover Who avoids the light.