Your dark blue snowy nights are poisoned
by the smell of coffee and nectar.
Your wire to heaven has long been devoid of electricity,
It can't be heated under a cage.
The roadside bag is thrown into a corner,
Your dark blue snowy nights are confused and led around the circle.
Today is Thursday, so Friday is tomorrow,
I won't wake up again in your dream.
The sign will deceive with a drop of pride,
And the new dawn will sit down from longing.
Do you remember,
we were different,
And the rain was knocking on the rusty roof?
Just wait for the Thursday rain,
And then, probably, you will fall asleep to me.
Your dark blue snowy nights are poisoned
by the smell of coffee and nectar.
Your wire to
heaven has long been devoid of electricity,
It can't be heated under a cage.
Today is Thursday,
so Friday is tomorrow,
I won't wake up again in your dream.
The sign will deceive with a drop of pride,
And the new dawn will sit down from longing.
Today
is Thursday,
so Friday is tomorrow,
I won't wake up again in your dream.
The sign will deceive with a drop of pride,
And the new dawn will sit down from longing.