One song for a new day. đ¤
Slavic
Carried by a breath of dream, a black pigeon landed on my palm.
Why, as if it knows, but I greeted that morning tired.
As if I had also flown with him, with heavy, lead wings
and saw the world hidden behind the golden clouds.
If I die young, plant only rosemary on my grave.
Donât let them turn it into a sad third act.
Donât let them give speeches, let them weave laurels for someone else,
if I die young, stopped in a pace and dream.
Oh, hold me now, tight, the best you can
and donât let the black bird take me.
Oh no, donât worry, it will be over in a minute,
Iâm just a bit crazy and in love.
A far North leads a lonely life in my veins
and I sometimes donât know whatâs wrong with it
Why is it ranting, making sorrow out of happiness
my common Slavic soul.
I get scared when million candles light up the sky.
Whereâs the end of it? For whom have they dug such a deep well?
Why does it all happen, does a man solve anything
or are we here just to balance the stars?
Oh, hold me now, tight, the best you can
and donât let the black bird take me.
Oh no, donât worry, it will be over in a minute,
Iâm just a bit crazy and in love.
A far North leads a lonely life in my veins
and I sometimes donât know whatâs wrong with it
Why is it ranting, making sorrow out of happiness
my common Slavic soul.
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Edited by nn027 - 5 years ago
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