Слова песни Vio/Miré — Turns

if you hadn't called out, I'd have turned away
the brilliant light of fallout before it turns gray
I was not in pain and I was not afraid
if you hadn't called out, I'd have turned away

divergent roads are plentiful, always, all ways
every path's identical these days
I am not a rat and this is not a maze
there's a quaking, imperceptible, and this will all be razed

an island oak was falling when it turned black
a tightened rope was hauling when it went slack
I have known no tremor, this earth remains intact
a feeble voice was calling when I turned back

a heavy fog was churning when I envisioned it -
the light you struck was burning when I extinguished it
I meant not to smother, just to inhibit it
have I turned, or am I turning? I can't distinguish which