Fog (tuman)

she opened her secret to me and it happened in winter
we took a taxi and went right to her place
we had a few vessels to epmty
that's what winter was invented for

ar first we were looking for coincidences and stars in the houses
joungling frazes setting blots on margins
moving slowly our conversation to the favorite corner
we moved ourselves too and everyone was glad to do it

my god, my angel, my fog
why life reminds me of a lie?
my god, my angel, my sun
why is it dark even when I dance here with you?

we lived without an interruption for the whole 24 hours
succesfully balancing on our selfcreated scales
february wind stormed into her house at last
we stood up to smoke and sliped into a complete "after"

my god, my angel, my fog
why life reminds me of a lie?
my god, my angel, my sun
why is it dark even when I dance here with you?

written by atmoravi
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from record ROMANTIKA