Deleyaman - Sunset | Текст песни

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• Sunset

The night is setting in to blow
scores the windowpane with snow
out of reach of hand
on human avenues across a sea

What heart can ever know itself
through each door a spectral frame
movements vanish in the air
violet colors through the glass
a hundred words to pass the day
each of us making to the light

A hundred words to pass the day
yet not a word to tell the tale

What heart can ever know itself.

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