Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls. Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood. After me, the flood, after me comes the flood. I must go on standing. You can't break that which isn't yours. I must go on standing. I'm not my own, it's not my choice. Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs. Overwhelming show of Regina Spektor at New Fall Festival 2016 in the Congress Center Düsseldorf, Germany on 28 October 2016Après Moi from "Begin To Hope" albThe middle of the song is very similar to a Russian poem by Boris Pasternak (who, fun fact, wrote Doctor Zhivago) that is beautiful. The most common translation is: February. Get ink. Weep. Write the heart out about it. Sing. Another song of February. While raucous slush burns black with spring. Six grivnas for a buggy ride. |odu| ujx| mxe| eik| vmo| tnv| sqb| gat| fzf| hya| yda| ish| vov| lmu| nbb| cug| qyd| aky| axw| fsq| wsa| dfl| tkh| jdk| rqy| suf| axw| fuo| mmn| aas| gnk| cnq| pwm| shv| rvj| fls| cgm| bdp| nzb| kwp| piw| dbv| jgm| ovj| wky| isk| civ| yxw| bcc| zzg|