Shamanic illness - The sun heats hotter than in July | Текст песни

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• Shamanic illness
• The sun heats hotter than in July

I wake up on the cloud in my squalid apartment
Every passer smiles to me with displeased look

And music in the player plays to the beats of a humming cars
The sun heats hotter than in July

Despite the fact that it's
Somewhere out of here
Far away from those
Heavy, black, black clouds

Elise come back
I'm running