warm air from the roofs rises up in the evening again
as you stand at the doors, cigarette fuming in your hand
warm air from the roofs is the payment for our sins
and the words "everyone can give others a bit
of the love and the warmth
warm air from the roofs is what is gonna save us all
you are still at the doors, cigarette has burned out in full
warm air from the roofs is for those who's long been alone
and with death hands across, everyone can breath in this night
a sip of caress
warm air from the roofs
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2019
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