While my heart is beating in my chest, I release silk smoke.
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Fell in love with you to the tips of the eyelashes.
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There are so many unnecessary faces around me
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Gray as water, transparent eyes radiate light.
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We were so eager for the vanilla sky of hopes,
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Cold and thin fingers
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Tears draw an autumn circle
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On such a rainy lonely day.
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You are in a coat with a cigarette and a blizzard in your soul,
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Cold coffee remembers the taste of your lipstick.
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Under the covers, kisses with scarlet lips,
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You left like a pulse leaving your wrist.
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And I don't dream about you anymore
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I mix sadness in coffee.
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Putting on a smile every day
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Eye contact, tender pain, torture.
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Salt room madness
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Lilac fog listens to your whisper
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A cold ice floe of hope was stretched by a thin thread of faith,
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And the sky is crying with rain and cannot understand why we are not together?
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Chorus:
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I smoke the sky
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I'll finish the spring dawn.
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Skinny jeans, shirt, sneakers and I'm gone.
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A crumpled time of hope. |
Just. |
Remember me.
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I smoke the sky
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I'll finish the spring dawn.
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Skinny jeans, shirt, sneakers and I'm gone.
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A crumpled time of hope. |
Just. |
Remember me. |
Exchanged tenderness for trifles,
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Hysteria in a thunderstorm is a regularity.
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How to give, how to show
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You are the dose of my young feelings, like a mirror without reflections.
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I am a prisoner of my own imagination, I just melt,
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There is a bitter smell of almonds in the air.
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In the eyes of the sun, I feel you,
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We depend endlessly like a child.
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And what I call love into a thousand pieces,
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Around with a marmalade look, burn this ailment.
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Become Gerda, save me with a cold in the chest,
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Melt, touch the soul in the rain.
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And no one can help
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Drowning in the swamp, fragments of happiness.
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Sick thoughts with a plasticine heart to pieces,
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9 snow-white roses gently hurt the hearts.
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On the sand I draw a cardiogram of rain,
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Autumn, the leaves turned yellow from parting,
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I wet steps
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I'm going through sadness.
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Chorus:
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I smoke the sky
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I'll finish the spring dawn.
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Skinny jeans, shirt, sneakers and I'm gone.
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A crumpled time of hope. |
Just. |
Remember me.
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I smoke the sky
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I'll finish the spring dawn.
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Skinny jeans, shirt, sneakers and I'm gone.
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A crumpled time of hope. |
Just. |
Remember me.
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What do the rains sing about?
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And she still has cold dreams. |
Hug you tighter. |
Don't let go until spring
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And in the morning coffee and a tired look.
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Everything seems to be in order, but it got so bad:
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High heels and stockings, skinny jeans,
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Black coat, loose hair
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Life in retro style with fashion, with a figure, is ideal.
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In the bag there is gloss and a volume of Murakami,
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In love with tears, does not get bored in the evenings.
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Fitness, boutiques, business, dates,
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Meeting with friends, gossip, suffering.
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Fair skin and she doesn't need a tanning bed
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Vanilla-tender inside, lips catch drops of separation.
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Inaccessible, cold, but believes and waits,
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In a cold bed, looking into the ashen sky.
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How good she was with him, woven into faith,
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In a warm sweatshirt and funny sneakers.
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On the outskirts of the city, in late summer,
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In the arms of a loved one, but he is no more.
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Chorus:
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I smoke the sky
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I'll finish the spring dawn.
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Skinny jeans, shirt, sneakers and I'm gone.
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A crumpled time of hope. |
Just. |
Remember me.
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I smoke the sky
|
I'll finish the spring dawn.
|
Skinny jeans, shirt, sneakers and I'm gone.
|
A crumpled time of hope. |
Just. |
Remember me. |