Marcus Nalgaber Posted October 2, 2018 Share Posted October 2, 2018 Sometimes a song can be a coat made of cold Best Regards Sometimes I wonder when I sink where do I fall why there is no background or color that gives shape to this abyss that suddenly envelops me with his coat made of cold with a coat made of cold And as I fall I look at that sky that is still there with its sun and its moon oblivious to my wounded bird beat oblivious to my wounded bird beat And while I fall I laugh trying a thousand and one moans thinking that maybe they wake up to that sleeping God to laugh with me to laugh with me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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