The dawn by Artillery
The dawn
I
Sleepy, dusty day-break
Thick grey fog in my head
Trembling like very weak sound
I slowly sink through the ground
I'm tired of burying
Of my humdrum in bitumen
I've forgot almost every thought
Which the new day with dawn had brought
Corus
Let dreams go as well
There is nothing can help
We're painting word-portraits in hurry
Searching each other's sight flurried
Know it, just know,
Recognize me in any tone
We're painting word-portraits in hurry
Searching each other's sight flurried
II
The silent bell of the phone
I'm thrown so far long ago
Where the sun yawns in early dewdrops
Where the hearts beat without a stop
What does whisper the rain?
What brings me the awful pain?
I've forgot almost every thought
Which the new day with dawn had brought
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