There is a train that passes
Home
that trembles and the sky bows
brambles on the waiting
and a chill runs along the back of shit
years are probably just a bruise
is the life that passes
is in your heart that trembles
is my body to lean on your nerves
Canvas bones
are branches and leaves are already dead
not get more air to the head
that matter to us?
then who cares?
much time passes and as the train will pass
another direction that no one will ever know
that matter to us?
then who cares?
as the train passes and will
there is a train that passes between the memories and turns back
blood
this evening sky and dives into the mud as I
cream
I stay in ' shadow
drawn on canvas is the life that passes
is your ass that is my body trembles
drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200bwax crystal bones
son dies and the last leaf
these years of shit are
just a bruise
life is passing
is in your heart that trembles
is my body to lean on your nerves
Canvas bones
are branches and leaves are already dead
not get more air
head
not matter that it's worth more than
from
not worth it I do not want to die
among the ghosts turn
I do not want to disappear among the ghosts Autumn
I just want to sleep as it does
nell'aututnno
off already this summer in your eyes has gone off as the train passes
there is a train that passes
this train is passing
a train passes us ...
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