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Prijevod: Pierlé. Blato priče.
Because I?m young and foolish at heart I search the way to the stomach To nutcrack the undigest thoughts Mad dogs bite Out of love For the unborn adored
Fish in the sea swims backwards to me He knows all about my desires Sea turns to grout some clouds cried too loud I?m tangled on corraloid wires Maybe
Siamese twins are separated They couldn?t stand themselves no more They hesitated for a long time They?ve had their doubts but now they?re sure They
I wanna have god in a cage Surrounded by angels Through his wrought-iron railings He can catch me Wanna have god in a cage Through his wrought-iron
a love on my own So remind me How much it means to me To stay a little while on my own Sad Lover it occurs to me we began Our story lightly shoed I used
Pleasant times Pleasant dreams to keep Nicely broken Other ways To recover from Slightly broken Visions of love Precisely spoken Words to fall asleep
High on the tower I freak on heights With a tear in every corner of my eyes Desert storm is over now Nothing to fear With the sailor near... High on
Hey little girl I?m the voice in your head I?m the portrait that hangs on the wall I?m the treasure inside Down the alley she goes Hush An don?t tell
s no big deal I?ll sort it out I?d like to tell you all my Mud stories Mud stories Mud on my raincoat still Much stories Mud stories Much on my raincoat still Mud stories
no big deal I'll sort it out I'd like to tell you all my Mud stories Mud stories Mud on my raincoat still Much stories Mud stories Much on my raincoat still Mud stories
