A keresés eredménye

Flamingo

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If the open sea knocks you down and the hatred blinds you
I'll be there with rafts and a million candles
Because you carry a backpack of fear and the mountain is relentless
And though I bother you sometimes I'll still make you dinner
 
Again
 
If the wait buries you in a sentence
With shovels I'll build sandcastles
And the 'What's wrong?' bothers you, and pounds at your chest like an avalanche
And though I bother you sometimes I'll never abandon you
 
Again
 
You're my calm
You're my calm
You're my calm
You're my calm
 

Lime Kilns

We'll stay awake even though the sun goes down
Locked inside our concrete eden
And the devil awaits at the door
That we break our fast and leave for dinner
 
Pores open in the window
With the bullets left by chance
We'll bathe the children in coffee
We'll shelter behind paper roofs
 
Flies make clouds around the altar
Shadows and little bread go hand by hand
To think is to die without dinner
They planted lime very deep in our veins
 
Our lungs breathe the salt
And expand until they explode
New men are born, thirst is inherited
They'll live rinsing their eyes in coffee