Наконец-то руки дошли найти текст потому как на слух я ничего не понял.
Арррррр, насколько оно в тему!
Memory comes when memory's old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float
There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
For forever, I'll be here
Whispering...
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
Take me home before the storm
Velvet moths will keep us warm
Whispering...
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born
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Еще пяток прослушиваний, и я ж уплыву на Север.
Очень хочу нарисовать такую акварель.
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