тима музЫка - Пророчество
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Loneliness itched
The veins were frozen with cold
In the sun like a wormhole
The windows were tightly nailed

In me like a splinter as if I were spoiled
You shuffle under the skin like a woodworm
Into an oak tree sprouted from an acorn
Climbed and demands your prophecy

Loneliness itched
The veins were frozen with cold
In the sun like a wormhole
The windows were tightly nailed

In me like a splinter as if I were spoiled
You shuffle under the skin like a woodworm
Into an oak tree sprouted from an acorn
Climbed and demands your prophecy

they smoke out of my home
my poor den
everything here is painfully familiar to me as the back of my hand
they drive me under the ribs with bayonets

it hit me in the head, I was forced to lay my eyes on a foreign land
they squeeze their own throats
they beat in agony greedily gulping air

loneliness itched
veins froze with cold
took into the sun with a wormhole
windows are tightly nailed

into me with a splinter as if in a spoiled
woodworm under the skin with a woodworm

into the oak tree sprouted from an acorn
climbed and demands its prophecy

loneliness itched
veins froze with cold
took into the sun with a wormhole
windows are tightly nailed

into me with a splinter as if in a spoiled
woodworm under the skin with a woodworm
into the oak tree sprouted from an acorn
climbed and demands its prophecy

loneliness itched
veins froze with cold
took into the sun with a wormhole
windows are tightly nailed

into me with a splinter as if in a spoiled
woodworm under the skin with a woodworm
into the oak tree sprouted from an acorn sprouted
climbed and demands his prophecy