Aperitif
Simple and sad just like aperitif.
But there is coming moment when everything enrages,
And I want to change my tune at once.
The fog or dull the sadness?
On lips the same taste of menthol.
The glass is half emptiness,
The world is half-full.
I`ve called white today as white,
All what we just didn't want to sing about.
But you`ve soared up with your bold movement,
For didn`t watch into my sight.
The fog or dull the sadness?
On lips the same taste of menthol.
The glass is half emptiness,
The world is half-full.
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