Love unflattering the world Is a grenade that I'm holding in my hand
And having my eyes tied with a Gipsy veil I don't know who, but I can feel Is biting off my lip with their teeth
Looking into my eyes You shouldn't behave As if you wanted to throw A letter into a letter box This is evidence of contrition A stone at the bottom of green well
Now it's not in force You could've run away Yet with this last Treacherous kiss
But you wanted to steal A pin from my teeth
Love unflattering the world Especially Don Quixotes with wild sight With white sneakers, in the storm They are more gothic than yesterday Two beer bugs after emptying a barrel
Looking into my eyes You shouldn't behave As if you wanted to throw A letter into a letter box This is evidence of contrition A stone at the bottom of green well Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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