A keresés eredménye

Lie down

Don't meet me
Don't open your embraces
What we have, don't loose it
It will end up in madness
Leave in peace
What is in your breasts
From songs for awhile in ashes
What brings you here?
Field, my field
And in the field two bare poplar trees
Grief, grief
The sun is rising
Fate, fate
Stop, for I won't make it
Sick, sick
Is my heart
Lie down
On the sky, the sky, the horizon
In my green, my green grove
Lie down
On the sky, the sky, the horizon
And my heart
Closed with my palms
Those eyes, nights in captivity
I'm under the temples
I commit crimes
From insomnia
Field, my field
And in the field two bare poplar trees
Grief, grief
The sun is rising
Fate, fate
Stop, for I won't make it
Sick, sick
Is my heart
Lie down
On the sky, the sky, the horizon
In my green, my green grove
Lie down
On the sky, the sky, the horizon
Lie down
On the sky, the sky, the horizon
And my heart
Mend it
Mend it, mend it
Mend it, mend it
Mend it (do you hear?)
And my heart
Mend it