Joonatan Elokuu - Boat Of Flowers | Текст песни

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• Boat Of Flowers

take me to the river
make a flow bed to lie on
whisper what's i will remember
through all these of dust in cold

my love is a sailor
and i don't think, i don't think
i 'll ever meet him again
make a boats of lilith in
which to flowed through the thinner

take me to the cemetery
i see this grave among
the whispers in the trees
i see his blood in the water
i running through the theirs over

i see inside in the all's eyes
his hand it's glowing with the worse
his fingers becoming forests
and his blows the white heels

his heart is piercing with the west went
his soul is with the river under knees
i'll make a boat of flowers
i'll find his birth
i'll take him home
i'll take him home

no matter when
i'll take him home

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