I see your looking down eyes
without tears bound to drop
they are as shards of solid ice
with the reflection on the top.
And the blue sky in them is dead,
the pupils are in black stuff clad,
like in the grip of sorrow squeezed.
CHORUS:
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And all my feelings harshly droop
by sending shivers down my spine,
so I surprisingly got stooped
without feeling what is mine.
But life is dusk and empty dream
that I without you gotta lose,
it like the train’s eluding (ускользающий) steam,
like heavy smell of so hard booze.
CHORUS.
02.08.2021
YOUR COLD EYES
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