Tune in and go down long streets in the search for umbrellas
Soon it will rain, yes I’m sure they have said on TV
Buy in as much as you can make her cry and be jealous
She won’t give up, she’s like that, she takes lemon with tea
Mark on the calendar, the twenty fourth of September
That day we’ll turn into eagles and easily fly
Winters we’ll spend in deep caves and be sure to remember
Colour of rain is determined by colour of sky
Confusion comes with understanding
Stop asking, you’ll never find out
Questions around are never-ending
Blow off your mind, shoot the doubt
The ending of the ever-changing, is barely visible at noon,
So wet the pillow, see you soon
Tune in
© Copyright: Амирарт, 2007
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