Jenny Hval
It Don’t Burn
It, it, it, it, it wasn't ordinary
It didn't breathe well
A stinging in the lids
A stinging in the lips
A mallow [?]
Humming in the lungs
Humming in the lungs
Humming in the lungs
Humming in the lungs

We walked on asphalt
The road didn't end along the center line
The skin lies suckling a sallow rock
A sallow rock
A sallow rock
A sallow
Could it at least cost a shadow?

Shh... shh!
My palms are picking up radio signals
Shh!
Speaking in tongues from time to time
From time to time
Speaking in tongues from palm to palm

I see my bone
Warm like roasted chestnuts
Warm like roasted chestnuts
Like animated lidden palms
Unlike translucent pillows
Can they brеathe there?
It don't burn thеre
Can they breathe there?
It don't burn there
Can they breathe there?
It don't burn there

Rusted [?]
It didn't breathe well
A stinging in the lips
My [?] humming in the lung
Humming in the lung, humming in the lung