glass lungs - HJM | Текст песни

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• glass lungs
• HJM

For my mother's side

Worked hands torn and cracked.
Dirt, keep my skin intact.
Heartbeat, be my bane,
My budding fruit,
My dying leaf.
Young man, stand tall tree.
A head of future's gray.
A face of future's folds.
A future crippled hand.
A heavy head to hold.