Rialto - Quarantine | Текст песни

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• Quarantine

In the evening rush
she takes her seat
by the window,
and when she lights up
nobody speaks -
they adjust their clothes.
She sits on the train
from 5.15 to 5.50;
It's always the same:
"The way," she says,
"they look at me,"

from Saturday to Saturday.

Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine.


Bathed in the blue wash
of a TV screen,
surfing served-up dreams,
to the happy glow
of the burger bar,
watching the passing cars,
from Saturday to Saturday.

[CHORUS]

Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine.
Contact, I'm unclean,
lock me up in quarantine.

Quarantine, quarantine,
all our lives we've been in quarantine.

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