Kirlian Camera - Winged Child | Текст песни

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• Kirlian Camera
• Winged Child

Somebody whispers, somebody insinuates,
somebody is writing, somebody calls,
somebody needs, somebody cries,
somebody is weeping, someone is naughty,
somebody has tantrums, someone looks wicked,
someone wants to become wicked as hell,
someone want revenge, someone likes,
someone has a nickname, someone hides himself.
Sweet haughty eyes were looking at everlasting lands
stampedeing people around had no effect at all.
A last day in this garden, a last enchanted wine,
the colours and the shadows they couldn't see in a whole life.
And now you call are turning to soulless sketches again.
Meantime the garden shines...
most beautiful abyss of wet consoling anguish.
No word could ever explain, no word could ever tell you
where this boy is coming from.
Somebody has tantrums, someone looks wicked,
someone wants to become wicked as hell,
someone want revenge, someone likes,
someone has a nickname, someone hides himself.
Someone hates justice, someone likes to write great sentences
protected by false democracy's anonimity.
And now you call are turning to soulless sketches again.
Meantime the garden shines...
most beautiful abyss of wet consoling anguish.
No word could ever explain, no word could ever tell you
where this boy is coming from.
No picture could ever show off his girl's blinding beauty.
Their wings are flapping slowly, their hands are getting close.
Some final raindrops start falling on paralyzed grass.
Some final raindrops start falling on a new silence world.