Keoma - Beekeeper | Текст песни

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• Keoma
• Beekeeper

Of these trees that grow
of this place I know
This is we're I'd picture myself
Of this mind of bees
under this hair of eels
a chamber, a chamber filled with a view

I followed, I followed my instinct
I swallowed all the flies
around me to keep them safe inside

Of these clouds that flow
of this life that shows
to be to be to be
my guiding in the light in the dark
Like one last miracle to believe in
Like one last message to carry
to the end, to the end of this all

I followed, I followed my instinct
I swallowed all the flies
around me to keep them safe inside

Of this mind of bees
under this hair of eels
a chamber filled with a view
I followed, I followed my instinct
I swallowed all the flies
around me to keep them safe inside

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