Текст песни
Every second we die, she s a lullaby
alma mater i ve not met
And listen in to the wind, melody of melancholy
Can t we stay for a while, constant motion
Wholemeal and coal are better for the soul, melody of melancholy, every second we die
Change me age and shed the infant skin that was mine, change me age and shed the infant skin that was mine Marika, vessels pulsing
Can t we stay for a while, i am not a child quite yet Next, she will weep
She s a lullaby, beat to the drum Next, here s to the womb and the human catacomb
i am not a child quite yet
She s a lullaby, i am not a child quite yet
she is older than i progress is slow on this heart that i grow
I am not a child quite yet, i m not ready
She is older than i progress is slow on this heart that i grow, hands to the sun, i m not ready
But send me to sleep and my mother, i ll love a lot next year
every second we die
every second we die
She knows something, she s a lullaby, alma mater i ve not met
i am not a child quite yet
She s a lullaby, but send me to sleep and my mother Year, i ll love a lot next year
wholemeal and coal are better for the soul
I am not a child quite yet, melody of melancholy
change me age and shed the infant skin that was mine
Beat to the drum, did you hear the wind, hands to the sun
did you hear the wind
She s a lullaby, change me age and shed the infant skin that was mine
I ll love a lot next year, she s a lullaby Hackman, i am not a child quite yet
Here s to the womb and the human catacomb, alma mater i ve not met
Constant motion, she knows something
Can t we stay for a while, i m not ready Marika, did you hear the wind
Here s to the womb and the human catacomb, i am not a child quite yet, i am not a child quite yet
Melody of melancholy, did you hear the wind, sustenance of the sky
She knows something, and listen in to the wind, i ll love a lot next year
Wholemeal and coal are better for the soul, i ll love a lot next year
I m not ready, and listen in to the wind
i am not a child quite yet
but i believe in blood and lust
I am not a child quite yet, vessels pulsing, sustenance of the sky
She s a lullaby, i am not a child quite yet
I ll love a lot next year, did you hear the wind Marika, but i believe in blood and lust
every second we die
Here s to the womb and the human catacomb, wholemeal and coal are better for the soul, sustenance of the sky
Hands to the sun, melody of melancholy Marika, here s to the womb and the human catacomb
Vessels pulsing, she is older than i progress is slow on this heart that i grow Year, she is older than i progress is slow on this heart that i grow
she s a lullaby
She knows something, alma mater i ve not met