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Birds
04:52
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Don't you blame the birds for stealing the watch from your purse
Tearing the nest off the branch will not give you back good old time
Donât you blame the herd for blood left on side of the road
When you'll get lost into the wild remember you were once a child
A bed of dried thistles waits for you, my son
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2. |
Wind
05:55
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Wind restrains me
Advices to go home
Listen carefully
Those roads belongs to fucked ones
On a sideway on your own
It's a sad way to go, heading for your fall
Dusk releases
shapes that were ones dormant
Ear whisperings
Brave girls don't last long
It's a good place to grow bones
You're treading lands of old dogs
It's a bad place to grow old
You'll learn to walk on sounds of distant groans
It's a bad place to grow old
You'll learn to walk on sounds of distant groans
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3. |
Hollow
05:14
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My cheeks look paler than yours cause it's flowing a little thicker in my veins
I choose not to hear the ring bells then I can stay a little longer in my bed
Under my white veil Iâm carrying an old shovel
In my hollow I just donât feel completely safe
Iâd better wallow in fields of peaches than in a den
My ghost complexion will still stand for a thousand years
My eye glows harder than yours cause it's burning a little harder in my heart
I look down just to spare you the pain of feeling a little weaker in the end
Under my white veil Iâm carrying an old shovel
In my hollow I just donât feel completely safe
Iâd better wallow in fields of peaches than in a den
My ghost complexion will still stand for a thousand years
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4. |
February
04:51
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Silent, donât you wanna be quiet
Silent, donât you wanna be quiet
Silent, silent, donât you wanna be
Silent, donât you wanna be quiet
Silent, donât you wanna be quiet
Silent, silent, donât you wanna be
Silent
Silent
Silent
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5. |
Burning Sun
05:00
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When wind blows on your window,
whispering you to go astray
Keep your hands on your ears
Thin lines dance through your shutters
Dust shapes golden transparent being
Close your eyes, grope your way
Close your eyes, cross yourself
Take my dress, my shoes. Iâll lay down in burning sand
My slough will stand, in the burning sun
When wind behind your raincoat
will push you till you drift away
Hold steady, on your feet
Light looks far on the shallow
Salt shapes silver transparent being
Close your eyes, grope your way
Close your eyes, cross yourself
Take my dress, my shoes. Iâll lay down in burning sand
My slough will stand, in the burning sun
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6. |
Rain
06:36
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Who will be caught up by the rain ?
The Child ? The King ? The Old Man
Who will be caught up by the rain ?
You've dropped your guard, dropped your cards
catch up
Who will be caught up by the rain ?
The Dog ? The Fool ? The Old Maid
Who will be caught up by the rain ?
You've dropped your guard, dropped your cards
Cold drops start to fall, run away, catch up now
One feet in front of the other
One feet in front of the other
One feet in front of the other...
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7. |
Thirst
03:39
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Youâre looking inside
Your finest glass
Your wine looks darker
Itâs turning sour
Remember what mom said «keep you blade close to your heart»
Whispers whispers
Pitch dark pitch dark
Girl itâs over
Get your breath back
Grab the first hand you will find on your path
Remember what mom said «keep you blade close to your heart»
Drink till last drop
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8. |
Thin Ice
04:44
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At the pace of your steps
Eels are dancing underneath
Calling for frozen kisses
Which will leave you painted red
Hear the smothered echos
of an erratic drum
Itâs nothing but the sound
of your exhausted heart
In the depths of the lake
Eager devils are stumbling
They dance in a circle
in which you are willkommen
Keep the kiss for your lover
Keep your breath for your songs
Keep the waltz for your spouse
Keep your eyes on the edge
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