The HYDE - Mars | Текст песни

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• The HYDE
• Mars

The streets play
songs of wind
to the beat of a summer rain

full circle of shadows
shakes to the pulse
of a hollow flame

Melt into what
can't be seen
seen into what
can be melt

full circle of shadows
twisting a verse
into magic spells

the meaning
belongs somewhere
among poets of
Bones and flash

fly with no need
to lift from the ground
love with no shaping
expression and doubt