Marcus Nalgaber Posted June 10, 2018 Share Posted June 10, 2018 Like a fly on the tongue of a frog Oh mummy mummy, I can´t stop the time that day to day it erases your life. Like a fly on the tongue of a frog, like a fly on the tongue of a frog, that’ s how I look, that’s how I look, trapped by the voracious appetite of the end of a life that makes me a prey of a farewell, of a farewell, o f a farewell. Oh mummy, mummy, I can’t stop the reality that I sift with the hand of my silence when I look at your face and I find your eyes so blue, so blue… Best regards Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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