| Tell me how to find you
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| I see a trace of your path, Eve...
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| Become a white bird and fly!
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| My old castle is my castle
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| I would follow you, but my ceiling is a roof
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| And my house is a dungeon...
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| In this white tower without water and sun
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| I step into a puddle with my feet and walk a waltz
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| The queen smokes a lot and laughs, but falls asleep
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| Never knowing why I choose you
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| Silly, in an onion dress
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| Waiting for my muse to meow
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| Only the scarecrow does not believe the wind
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| And I can understand why
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| Bites the night with the sleeves of dreams
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| You're far away. |
| My love Eve...
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| The fireplace is at a loss for words
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| The light of the moon, falling on the floor, -
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| A distant friend and a sick prick in the memory
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| No guilt in a glass, no fear
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| Tell the tin about the gold, show the dressed naked, -
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| It changes everything like a bullet changes an empty head
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| Who was faithful to you - will betray, who was bought - will sell
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| The books lied, and if you gave something away, then no one will repay
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| I dried up from coughing, as forgotten arable lands dried up by the sky
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| And all that remains of Eve - I proudly left to rest in the tower
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| Those lips, like cherries, on which the dew will fall like a dance, -
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| A faithfully loving young man will have to leave
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| Where does my sun hide its ray?
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| Where is my sky of gray clouds?
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| Where are your shoulders because of the curtains?
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| Where am I chained and for what?
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| In this white tower without water and sun
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| I step into a puddle with my feet and walk a waltz
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| The queen smokes a lot and laughs, but falls asleep
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| Never knowing why I choose you
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| Silly, in an onion dress
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| Waiting for my muse to meow
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| Only the scarecrow does not believe the wind
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| And I can understand why |