Kharmic pain got me Whirlpool in a glass of water Insomnia is what got me Girl is not mother's daughter
I’m gliding passionately Through all life’s savagery With embroidered gowns, Broken carousel Trumpery, some sweets and herring, Undefined smell.
Kharmic pain got me Whirlpool in a glass of water Insomnia is what got me Girl is not mother's daughter
Suddenly my mind has wings, So I would feel like flying I'm drifting above this scared little girl, With lake eyes - waves of crying Dropping at her beam of light, My consciousness Kharmic pain can't reach her There is peace in a glass of water Insomnia cannot get her Cause a girl is always mother's daughter
She wears a giant sword Made of dreams and made of truth Can cut off every thought That tries to dirty her mind Helmet made of glitter Like wisdom teeth
Kharmic pain can't reach her There is peace in a glass of water Insomnia cannot get her A girl is always mother's...
Change the girl to warrior, With the power of my thoughts Change the girl to warrior, With the stream of my consciousness Stream of my consciousness Stream of my consciousness
She’s able to kill all the ants, But she respects the value of work She is able to defeat a rock, But its soul seems so beautiful
She can turn a spoon into fork, But she loves to eat soup She can fly high above the sky, But she loves the smell of earth
And could amuse the whole world But doesn't like to tell jokes She could even lick her own elbow, But doesn't know what for.
Kharmic pain can't reach her There is peace in a glass of water Insomnia cannot get her A girl is always mother's daughterTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
