Let It Flow - Sitting On The Quay | Текст песни

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Sitting on the quay
I'm thinking out the day

The grey air flows
A silent moaning behind
Mute is the wind
Picture of the early morning hours
Through the city

Thoughts try to reach out
Beyond the sea, they belong to
A land of peace that we seek out
A distant state of mind
With the sunrise dies my hope

In the cold nakedness
Through the radio poison flows
Day's first cigarette
Gently dissipates the smoke
Through the city


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