AFTER YOU (posle tebya)

I won't bend my soul
and tell you tales
I won't put masks on my face

let's keep clean
all that concerns me and you
and here we can get some help from
the telegraph people

I remember how she would wisper
at the dawn of that very day:

my body didn't want anyone else
after you

I'm too weak to invent a meaning
for the fake stories
I don't to keep a face
that I am happy and peaceful

all that we will have to go through
let it all stay clean
and to stand under the sky in the rye
we will be hepled by the telegraph people

I remember how she would wisper
at the dawn of that very day:

my body didn't want anyone else
after you

I won't bend my soul
and tell you tales
I won't blend already pretty sad colors

something that bloze up there inside
just like a golden sun
noone will be able to take away
even the telegraph people

I remember how she would wisper
at the dawn of that very day:

my body didn't want anyone else
after you

written by atmoravi
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from record NA PROVODE