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There are times when I do not know how to endure, I do not know how to ignore the world
I try to hold my breath, but nothing works.
I try to look not back, I try to false not my singing,
But everything makes me out to be fucked every other speech.
Still, I can not be silent about all this nothing that I can think of
Because every other day is like a new sea wave.
And so I wait for the next high tide on the shore of the island of me own,
When the waste showers me to the flush by power of the word.

And all the time nothing happens, waves are so calm, sea level,
The moon crept, bats circling, it's like us.
Everybody are doing, what they should and I'm just seeking my own path,
Until my head starts to hurt so much that I will give up.
And all the time I'm sitting here, nothing touches me, nothing is not me,
No word is telling me much of anything.
Bows constrict my throat, piano strings straining,
Once the waves themselves and each other cheating.

Waiting for the tide here binded to a tree,
Have no place where I returned home.
Waiting for waves and hail, but still nothing,
I look at myself, I'm lonesome moon.
Waiting for the tide here binded to a tree,
When you come rescue me, we go together.
And never going back to separate the past,
Everything will be common, a new influx of stupor.

So here I sit still, I remember the wild nights,
Mornings, days, evenings, I remember at the beginning or end of
The next day, or just do not know what I am trying
Maybe I'm just a kid, but I still know, what I really desire.
I'd survive any discos, philandering and outflows,
If only I could eat ripe olives with you .
And every time we'd get drunk, you could not walk the next two days,
And so I'd bring you, make a tea, even if it was of little use.

Maybe it's all just a dream, but what it really
Encapsulates everything I put on later without redress.
Principled outflow is also sometimes a few days late,
And then everyone living for his own life praying.
I can pray, but I have no strength
I can leave, but I have no faith.
I can cut loose, but what would it be for?
When the sea sinked me after long waiting

Waiting for the tide here binded to a tree,
Have no place where I returned home.
Waiting for waves and hail, but still nothing,
I look at myself, I'm lonesome moon.
Waiting for the tide here binded to a tree,
When you come rescue me, we go together.
And never going back to separate the past,
Everything will be common, a new influx of stupor.

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