Anna Coralie - The Long Road Home | Текст песни

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• Anna Coralie
• The Long Road Home

Cold february is lost its charm
In a sliding modesty along the dry asphalt,
and hazy shapes plunged into misery.

Long clotheslines stretched in thin strings
And sounds lost in throat of tear stained city
Becoming eternal moan...

And first first turquoise oxygen
stuck in bed, woven from the untouchable phrases
- tomorrow night memories.

And only tons of frustration without the fulcrum,
uncertainly hanging from a star in broken sunset,
joggling changes in shoulder are looming on the horizon
full of pupils rage in solutions of cloud stalk.