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Scent of Pines
03:38
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In the land of rainy woods
Where trees are high
And trunks are bruised
By the might of time
Moon is pale and sun is high
The life is driven by divine —
Nature at its fine
Whooo-oo-o
In the land of hawks and wolves
I run through woods
Feeling scent of pines
I’m the smallest of the pack
And I got greyish spot in back
And my howl is clear
I’m protected by my fear —
I run through woods that never end...
That’s my kind of land!
Whooo-oo-o
In the land of hawks and wolves
I run through woods
Feeling scent of pines
Whooo-oo-o
I might choose a lonely road
I might get old
In the swirl of times
My adventures will unfold,
I’m all exposed to wild and cold
Feeling scent of pines
And through my solitary days
I’m carried by the memories
That will never fade
That I wear my colours proudly
That the stars of inky skies —
They shine like mama’s eyes
Whooo-oo-o
In the land of hawks and wolves
I run through woods
Feeling scent of pines
Whooo-oo-o
I might choose an empty road
I might get cold
In the swirl of times
Feeling scent of pines
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2. |
🦄
04:01
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Balconies, bad sleep and
Memories, stirred to keep:
Queens-high heels in the bus,
Ashtrays and the cups,
Cowboys and unicorns,
Glitter and innocence,
Cigarette butts in a bunch
Miss the kiss...
Books on the shelves
Sleeping
Breaking the spells
Crushes
Three in one chair
Fever
Will you dare?
Stay here
Give her a smooch
Sweetness!
Give him a kiss
Yellow
Lights from the streets
Artsy
Scars on wrists
Late handshakes and awkward hugs in the past.
Kisses and friendships that don’t last...
Us, keeping memories like gems in the box.
Box, swiftly opened, then once locked.
Books on the shelves
Sleeping
Breaking the spells
Crushes
Three on a chair
Fever
Will we dare?
Stay here
Bodies so close...
Makeup, sequins and gloss
Touch at balcony door
Mornings paint it blurred...
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3. |
Remedies
04:04
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I don’t know
What can grow
When the sun’s going down
What I fear
Is to hear
That my voice is no longer clear
What I see
Is the sea
Singing me all new melodies
I don’t know why they fail
They don’t work
All my remedies
All my remedies
Remedies
We’re not okay
Remedies
They’re not working
Remedies
We’re not okay
(I) see the things that don’t exist
Like the plant I never owned...
Colored pills leave colored mist
I’m my head, in my blood
Will you greet the moon that’s rising
When the sun is going down?
Moon spills light
In the night
Healing my
My colored mind
I don’t know
What can grow
When the sun’s going down
What I fear
Is to hear
That my mind is no longer clear
What I see
Is the sea
Singing me all new melodies
I don’t know why they fail
They don’t work
All my remedies
All my remedies
Remedies
We’re not okay
Remedies
They’re not working
Remedies
We’re not okay
Remedies
Light is so bright
Remedies
We’re not alright
Remedies
We’re not alright
Remedies
Fingers so frail
Remedies
Remedies fail
Remedies
We’re not okay
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4. |
C'est ce que...
04:12
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5. |
In My Pockets
03:22
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Things in my pockets
I wonder — where do they belong?
Shards are like teeth,
Mellow edges like kisses of stones
Things in my pockets
I wonder if my feel is real
Edges and teeth sharp like splinters
Are gone in the earth
like the tiny cold stones
Things in my pockets
I don’t see there is
The necessity of getting rid of these things.
Woods and the carpets
they roll right before my eyes, that I see
And my voice, that I hear.
Things in my pockets
I don’t think that I feel the need to get rid
Of the things that I think I adore
Things that I find in my pockets
Amaze me each day
Bones of my selfness
Them white and them whithered away
Pearls in my pockets
Are worth more than one can embrace
Bones in my body and bones in my head
Are the castles —
Them fated to fade
Things in my head
That I feel are complete
And I don’t think that I feel the need
Of approving them
Sharp little pieces
Of sharp little blades
That are cutting and slicing
The things that one owes to me
Serpent-like stories are stored and evolve
Right before my eyes
That I see in the mirror of
Lakity-lake that will stare in my face
Guarding some of the pearls beyond price
That one needs to embrace
Things in my pockets
I don’t think that I feel the need to get rid
Of the things that I think I adore
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6. |
Sword
03:36
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Oh, oooh,
My short and mellow sword
Is sharper than your word.
It’s biting, bleeding, shining —
See, I’m winning
Whoo-ooo
This space is new for you
It’s where I’m hunting. Blue’s —
The sky and my sword,
Red — is juice and your blood
Don’t blame your fate
Don’t discount weak
These words will fade
You’ll stand on the silent peak
And find out that your sword can speak
Hey, eeey
The enemies will fade away
And I’ll say: These are
My shores and my day!
My dreams go my way
Ah, aaay
My sword will tell you why
I steal from you the sky,
I speak the language
Of destruct and damage
Don’t blame your fate
Don’t discount weak
These words will fade
You’ll stand on the silent peak
And find out that your sword can speak
You, huuuh
Won’t last till day is new
The night won’t spare you
Here the rage is singing
Here the small is winning
Don’t strive for peace
Peace is a bird 🦅
All peace is yours to miss
And the sword of war is your
searing reward, oh
Your searing reward, o-o-oh
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