Eleven

Kishore Kumar Hits — Eleven - Beautiful Self текст песни

Исполнитель: Eleven

альбом: Avantgardedog

Swollen fingers, gripping the brushes
Sleepless hours, haunting the eyes of her youth
She'll never stop rising from ashes
Marvelling at her taste of ochre over crimson
Salty water blows up the color beyond
Breathing and crying, part of her dying
As the sun bled the sky, it bled the sky...
She loses her beautiful self to the world
Loses her beautiful self to the world
Loses her beautiful self to the world
She loses her beautiful self to the world
Flaming reason, tripping her shot at the crowd
Her life is an easel, framing what no one has found
Breathing and crying, part of her dying
As the sun bled the sky
As the sun bled the sky
As the sun bled the sky, it bled the sky
She loses her beautiful self to the world
Loses her beautiful self to the world
Loses her beautiful self to the world
She loses her beautiful self to the world
She loses her beautiful self to the world
Loses her beautiful self to the world
Loses her beautiful self to the world
She loses her beautiful self
The soil is never full enough
She loses her beautiful self to the world

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