Magyar Dalszöveg

It is just going by
I just let it go
It should run out of me
I thought this is the only one
But you are not at right place here
You does not suit me
It is lightning, thundering
This should be really love

I see to flit away
A bird high above me
Barbed wire around his empty heart
A stalk of straw in his bill
I am swinging myself
While hi is perching on an apple tree
In Gods garden
and inhaling applecider

I would like to gallop with you in the night
On the pied indian-horse of my dreams
There is a shamans heart trembling in the kitchen-knife
Dirt and swamp below my feet.

Since then I see him always and everywhere
I am staring into the space
My home is stony-hell
Broken heaven-splinter
Distorted fluid mirror
Sparkling in gleam of fireflies.

Egy furcsa jogi szabályozásra meg az artisjusra hivatkozva a legnagyobb magyar dalszöveges oldal követelte, hogy vegyük le az eredeti szöveget. Ettől lesz szebb a világ. Mi kérünk elnézést tőletek!

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