Colours From The Land Of God Testo

Testo Colours From The Land Of God

Even those last illusions
are falling like exhausted bricks
The image of your hair is making for bore
while worry is fading away.

Here comes a storm
sweeping away this last deep night.
Sexes still move,
bodies still move
to reconstruct all what has been.

My life is like a child's
feeling in advanced when death comes to him
I feel time is just running out
and a raindrop falls on my thoughts.

Stars enjoy flying away
but they don't know
later they'll get forever dead.
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