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Kishore Kumar Hits — Withering Surface - Black As I текст песни

Исполнитель: Withering Surface

альбом: The Nude Ballet

You are the salt
In sickness
I am the wound
In sickness and health
The music ceases
As your noble touch pleases
Your predictable touch ceases
As the tirering music pleases
You are the water
In sickness
I am the flame
In sickness and health
Maybe, i want to cherish
Your sensual virginity
Maybe, i want to cherish
Your sensual inability
Maybe, you ask why
Why you are, black as i
And sorrow fills the moon
As i kiss her faithfully
And shadows fill the room
As the beast take shape to win
You're black, you're black
You're black as i
When our thrills cease
I leave the world behind
A delightful feast i wish
Oh, lord, you know i tried
Like blood, a scent in the sun
So special, maybe the only one
And her flaming lips
Swallow my endless mess
And her lovely heartless soul
I soon have torn - in two
"All black souls should look
For white elements in themselves"

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