RightFootFantastique - Tigrine Plane | Текст песни

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I stood here in the field
In a place far out
I stood there in the middle
Silence growing loud.

He came flying from that middle
With a purring sound
Stripes appeared upon my skin
And my head whirled 'round .


Who are you?

I`m standing here in the field
Thick sound`s lifting me
I`m standing there in the middle
Thin skin wraps around me.

He is dreaming from that middle
Muse of flowing sand
I will hide my stripes while he
Lands upon my hand.

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