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Текст песни DEPRESSIVE AGE - Featherflute

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Текст песни DEPRESSIVE AGE - Featherflute




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 call( )Quiet 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 miracle




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