18th of Life - Cold Wood (пост-панк) | Текст песни

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Автор песни: Евгений Колесников. Написано для группы 18th of Life. Все права защищены.

Год: 2013.

О песне: об одиночестве и лучшем друге музыканта - его инструменте, который, несмотря на свою великую силу, не может согреть человека.

I will be here 'till you decide to leave me,
Doing sad steps, wait for cold wood makes me free...
It from time to time consults, cause I am hopin',
And I'm falling, so much falling, sticked on fire...

My sun days, my sad days,
For ever, ever, all ways,
Buy ticket on the station
To feed a corporation,
My brightwalls, my clean falls,
So mighty pretty bad dolls,
I need an inspiration
To take my part of fashion...

It's off before we die,
And I can wait for a while,
So I might cause you pain
Again.

I know not so much
To hope us made that hard glitch,
What can I do with slither question
To you...

Соло.

I treat myself as a good, friend, as tomorrow,
I'm so happy bein' lonely in a blindness.
I promise not to lie, my loseless O'rly,
Mine a sweeper, stick a clean sheep, ride a horse...

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