10.12.08
Slowly laying down my lashes
Gently making my heart sleep
Unseen must be reality
It`s hidden silent deep, silent deep
Then I pass the line of kings
In silk, in velvet, golden boots
My dress is nearly transparent
I almost bear the jasmine roots
Why my burden stands for cradle;
Body my- it`s ment for sweets
I watch it making fuckin` money
A lot of wounds and deeds- dirty deeds
Sirds, lai būtu iekšā. prāts, lai stāvētu pāri.
maybe have not anything to die for, but plenty to kill for
The most tremendous love inspires you to do things which are not connected with the object that you love, but your deeds truly inspires the rest of the world.
And I mean that I`m also grateful to all creative people that had inspired others to be musicians, including me.
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