Hard To Breathe - Sad love in the city | Текст песни

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• Sad love in the city

I beg for my sweetest dream covered in colours of freedom,
sweat in the misery of darkness
All songs written to forget that the rose is still dead
A fairy tale lost in the city
Mother singing her lullaby
I beg for my sweetest dream covered in colours of freedom,
sweat in the misery of darkness

“Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped on the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on”*

*taken from “Music, when soft voices die" by Percy Bysshe Shelley