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sinful son blues
03:16
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sinful son blues
Oh, mother
I am blind
I can't see anything
My eyes are closed
Oh, mother
Your son wanders and looks for
Some new road
Through the darkest night
Oh, mother
I am lost
My mind poisoned
My soul sore
Oh, mother
Your son wanders and looks for
Some new road
Through the darkest night
Oh, mother
Leave a candle on the window
Your son is tired
And looks for his way home
Oh mother
Your sinful son is coming back
Oh, mother
Forgive your son
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nocturno
06:05
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nocturno
all cities look alike
streets and squares and people and pigeons
and faces look alike
and they all reflect joys and sorrows
and I thought that those days would never end
and now all colours fade away
like a drug,rememberance takes me back
again and again to my childhood
and sometimes snow falls even in this town
and sometimes I feel so good
and sometimes I want to live forever
as a picture on my grandpa's wall
and the first thing I remember about my childhood
is my father drinking, my mother crying
I am a sad man
happier than the world I live in
I am damned if I give up
DEAD IF I BECOME ONE OF THEM
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black love
05:34
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black love
black love,
ocean and sand,
here's comes the rain again,
here's comes the sun again,
there is no rainbow over the Atlantic
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damned road
04:47
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Damned road
God hasn't been living here for a long time
For a long time his lambs have been beasts
Light is the darkest dark
Flowers are full of thorns
A man has been in chains here for a long time
And my verse is a cry and lamentation
Sad sadness of a sinful son
restlessly searches for his joy
And you are my greatest love
And my grave will be our home
In the deep eternal darkness
Our ashes will become One
And this is a damned road
This curse I can't break
There are no tears that I can shed
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drop of rain
02:22
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instumental
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stay a child
04:17
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stay a child
I write letters without addresses
anxiety makes my dreams
shadow of doubt on my face
I am an angel in time that doesn't exist
the city is a desert
people are grey immitations of life
and freedom dies in cigarette smoke
I am an angel in time that doesn“t exist
a child
Stay a child
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a man without mask
04:02
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a man without mask
I am old
Five lives old
I am looking for mercy
On the face of anxiety
I am young
As are hands of a newborn
Brings us gifts
Little boxes in printed paper
A man without a mask
Lives alone in a toy box
Takes me
Take me down
To the water
My soul is in chains
And I just sing
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birds
03:56
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Birds
the heaven speaks
the language of tears
you open the windows
and look out
you say
look at the birds
it's morning in town
the town dreamy and vague
man and woman in bed
the news on the radio
you say
look at the birds
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