Porcelain windows [?] swing an axe in the abyss of sunlight Twilight dreams in an obscene dimension Of leather heels and cigarettes White Porsche and a Las Vegas motel Looking through the pink glass over the black mountains where goats run free and bats hang upside down on the chandeliers Chandeliers
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Black Finnish roses, circling white roses Forming across this untamed ravishing yard Not any cross, but the cross of Hades, cross of shattered dreams and innocent tomorrows Never came Black Finnish liquor Swirls around his goblet as a fat one dines in his [?] with the fascists of Europe The night was becoming morning and the smell of wet grass and burnt cigarettes pick up on them As they march out to the yearly hunt
Under your wings Under your wings Under your wings Under your wings It's a lonely desire You saw my fire [?] spider I don't wanna fall No, no, no I don't wanna fall No, noTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
