Instead of moving You stared into the wall Tangled up in a pile It's early Make no sound Living in a pile It's chaos but it works Planes flying overhead so early Dreadful sound
Four cypresses seen from a neighbor's yard No memory, a future Drawing down
Planes flying overhead so early Make no sound
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Four cypresses torn from the roadside Great thundering noise from the hillside Some thousands of years built it up Some crumbling form to be torn down
Living in a pile Tangled in a pile It's chaos but it worksTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
