Текст песни Depressive Age - Featherflute
Depressive Age - Featherflute слова песни
Kilja is my bird, she cannot singChemistry has boiled her stringsShe said: "Built your hut on my wing"Kilja is the bird who `catch my fallfrom a bridge with suicide tollNow I try to wake her bride callQuiet waves my window sillReal is the miracleAnd the virgin lust of my new born trustcan excite us like a double moon in loveKilja writes a poem line in the sand`bout a norwegian fjord shore bendwhere a filter breaks the sunstandSecrets in your ever changing suitmakes my voice to your substitute`cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute"Quiet waves my window sillReal is the miracleAnd the virgin lust of my new born trustcan excite us delight us like a cannon of the windsQuiet waves my window sillReal is the miracleAnd the virgin lust of my new born trustcan excite us and delight usSometimes I wish to fall your cure, then it`s jealousy what rules`cause your bride callwould pull a charming bird into your urge