- Жанр
- Психоделический рок
- Лицензия
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- Описание
- жанр композиции на realmusic выбран почти случайно, затрудняюсь подобрать подходящий из предложенных
- Студия
- Kukla Records
- Текст
- Last letter was not send
And Your last word you couldn't say.
So now you sit before an opened window,
Behold end of day.
I hear your cry in night, I feel your pain,
I know your memorize.
Yet passion start, my little heart,
Now listen my advise.
In your mind is only darkness,
Your room like a prison cell:
All over, curtain falling
So, baby, just kill yourself.
Forget her name, forget her skin,
Forget her lips and hands:
Don't fear the grave is not so bad,
Then your life must end.