Ән мәтіні
[Кіріспе] [Куплет] A numbered room keeps turning The same small hand across the dial I count the vents above me They answer in a measured style [Куплет] Your photograph is face down Beside a cup gone cold and brown The elevator pauses Between the floors without a sound [Қайырма] I am still here I am still here Though every door has learned my name [Көпір] If morning comes by schedule Let it pass beyond the glass I will remain a quiet signal In the machinery of days [Аутро] I am still here A quiet signal I am still here
