Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lupara Bianca, artist - The Crimea. Album song Square Moon, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 28.07.2013
Record label: Alcopop!
Song language: English
Lupara Bianca |
You promised me shared destiny, you promised centuries |
Told of riches unspeakable, beyond my wildest dreams |
No more the man I used to be, before you got your claws into me |
Your eyes like flying saucers, my bloody Mary |
And every day was Christmas day, from that moment on |
You promised me slave’s loyalty, you promised the cotton fields |
But the Christmas tree stood naked, as the day it was first born |
A halo of needles, circle its skeleton |
Promise me Tarzan and Jane, Anthony and Cleopatra |
Promise Adam and Eve, and I still won’t believe |
Promise Hiroshima, promise Casablanca |
And I still won’t get born, and I still won’t be human |
Regiments of warrior hooded crows swoop low, to watch the end unfold |
Vampires scream into the night, feasting on our souls |
Beneath the silent disco glitter ball, we waltz on eternally |
And I turn to spaghetti, when she breathed on me |
God watches safe from a hill above the all lopsided battle |
Tommy machine gun tongues crackle like the fifth of November, |
I remember the stealing from grandmothers years, often-times I can’t sleep |
I paint a portrait of her ashes, of my shadow boxer’s dreams |
Promise me Tarzan and Jane, Anthony and Cleopatra |
Promise Adam and eve, and I still won’t believe |
Promise Hiroshima, promise Casablanca |
And I still won’t get born, and I still won’t be human |
Promise Atlantis, Lupara Bianca |
Promise Valhalla, promise moonlight sonatas |
Promise her witches fingernails, draw blood along my spine |
And I still won’t have blood, and I still won’t have feelings |
Promise the dream, napoleon and Josephine |
And I still can’t be killed, and I’ll still be immortal |
Promise the force, will be with us wherever we go |
And the nightmare crescendos and we still can’t be woken |
You dragged me by the hair, took me by the scruff of the neck |
A thousand drunken nights we played kiss-chase to the death |
I played the starving peasants, I played Mary Antoinette |
Your snow white skin like porcelain, You promised me the end |