Uploaded August 2025 | Updated September 2026, 6 hours ago

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Třetí song. Těch mých anglických se na svět dostalo málo, některé v show James Bond, agent 007 (kde jeden famózně zpíval Josef Laufer), pak taky The Rule's of Lie na soundtracku Pravidla lži filmu Roberta Sedláčka. Tak tady je další s názvem The Last Show. Taková depka, no... Enjoy.

In hollow gestures, we fall asleep,
cursing the silence the mornings keep.
What we once held, is out of reach,
in hollow gestures, there’s so much left unsaid —
dreams are tied up in sentences’ thread.

We’re slicing time
to memories, to scenes,
like nothing
could erase what’s in between.
We’re slicing time,
but it fades in us,
and we fade too.

We wanted to be infinite, like space,
so shameless, yet grateful in our grace.
We wanted to be,
but we’re just... nothing.

We’re slicing time
to memories, to scenes,
like nothing
could erase what’s in between.
We’re slicing time,
but it fades in us,
and we fade too.

Empty hands,
the curtain falls on us tonight.
From lovers,
to strangers out of sight.
Empty hands,
stone in our eyes.

In hollow gestures, we fall asleep,
cursing the silence the mornings keep.
What we once had, is out of reach.
Dreams in a sentence,
and nothing to teach…

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