Stuck in the night without me, blood shed on my my pain that is open to my yawning sneezing and a cigarette cigarette a memoir and a half -sleeping grass Night My past, and my past. My dream This capital is not a refuge, the burial Tell the police, do not see the night Tell me to go away from nearly honey
My past, I want to be a night of night In the skirt of Malikolia my confusing my dust as if the world is lost as if Dave has returned from the catastrophe
my past, my past, I want my heart Long live the sun
I am the last, but the world is still the first night The night that doesnt like it will be tomorrow
My past, I want my heart Long live the sun My past, my past, I want my past
