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Everything posted by Marcus Nalgaber
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Gundark - Electronic Ballad https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ip6k4UCDnDA Regards, Marcus
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Lady Nalga - Blow strong and Ship wrecked Lady Nalga - Blow strong Lady Nalga - Ship wrecked Best regards, Marcus Nalgaber
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I am cold - A woman waiting for the sun surrounded by the winter among its dry leaveshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDpAUrN-KxsI'm cold but I remain stillwithout even trying to put on my coatI light a cigarette and breathe its smokewith anxietywithout knowing for surewhy do I repeat that ritethat burns me between its threadsthat burns me between its threadsI think of youI think of mesurrounded by that coldthat covers mestirring mestirring meThe streets are emptybecause of the winter breathwhile the leaves roamturning upside downthe order that there was beforebeforeAnd while I smokeTime seems like a friendwho sat down to chat with meof your silenceand mineof your silenceand mineI think of youI think of me x2
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Blues scales Regards, Marcus
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What is folie..? - Celtic Fusion - Original song by Mora Amaro La Loba and Marcus Nalgaber I already feel the storm that divides me I already feel the storm that divides me multiplying me in a thousand drafts of mine in a thousand drafts of mine Necessary characters to survive the hecatombe to survive the hecatombe I am lost in my inside there is no door nor window to scape from the remaining time from so close up everything seems terrible from so close up everything seems terrible Folie folie folie folie Friend with a strange name that makes me free from my reason folie folie folie folie I listen to my heart I listen to my dreams I listen to my voice I listen to my laughter et voila c'est la folie et voila
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The wake - That intangible mark of the lives of others we step on without realizing I walk among the people while the Autumn plays with the wind the hours seem being distracted and the rhythm of life becomes alien to the watches and the rhythm of life becomes alien to the watches I hear unconnected phrases as other solitudes cross my path leaving behind the wake of their words leavinf behind the wake of their words opening under all feet the sensations of the vertigo opening under all feet the sensations of the vertigo There are cars, jobs and mothers, loves, tears and holydays, dreams, promises, lies, cats, dogs, all the pets, So much words lost in the air So much words lost in the air