Crete Boom - Evil Brother | Текст песни

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The sky is burning, a postcard hill, like Dali over, Constable.
God bless the work and cycle on, as fast as life, before it's gone.

My parents departed, unfortunate bastard, no means to publish, my written works.
I killed a man to own his savings, I met his spirit as I searched his house.

I wondered had the deed made me insane?, he asked but I could not tell him my name.
He shared with me the secret of the colors of the wind, if the moneybox was mine I couldn't find it anyway

Quietly I strolled about the
technicolor fields, 'til I met a man who smoked a pipe - he said I must be killed,
"But sir, you have a wooden leg like mine!' (he said) ' sorry to have troubled you, call me anytime".

I found a station, a shape so strange, a fat policeman asked me my name, 'my soul has one I've forgotten mine, I came here to report a crime', he arrested me and said I would be hung, I said 'excuse me but what is it I've done?' He accused me of the thieving of a bicycle or person, which it was atomically nobody could be certain....

Under the gallows no reason why, a balloon still rising beneath the sky,
I see an army march up the road, to save my neck if not my soul.

I took an elevator to the centre of the world, was shown things that cannot be and told things not to be heard,
the police could make me anything but I would have to stay, nothing could come up with us, why this was I cannot say...

At last I am returned my metal box, It is has everything and nothing, that can be won or lost,
for blood and guts and murder spilled in psychedelic color, the road is blackened by the night I walk towards a candlelight.

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