I'm history of myself I'm history Down to river without banks And looking for sky's reflex It's cloudy and I'm glad My mother loved me far too much So it was for the best when she died I'm charged with contempt of black suns Open the mirror and enter As naked in my own image Picture of ruin and mother Rides my child's bicycle – smiling She cranes her neck And want to send me To her eternal life It set fire to a water To survive a love Can't tell me if is this dream Or scream of my history Or scream of my life Mother, I will be a knife in your body To the memory of fairy tales I can't believe love you love me I can't believe love you hate me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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