My Mildred is lost in Forest. Meine Mildred ist verlorene im Bald.
The Morning you embrace the pain
the feeling is always the same
The fact of hearing your prayers
has come back in reverse
The tree along your arm
will keep you away from fat harm
The places and tears are gone
will you hit me with some more?
you feel artless and steady
the lower you feel that creepy
The cage in front of the moon
is my jelly prison in my room
Der Morgen umfasst du die Schmerz,
das Herz immer das selbe ist ers
die Tatsache des Hörens Ihrer Gebete
in reverse zurückgekommen ist,
der Baum entlang dein Arm
Du weg vom grossen Schaden warst
Plätze hält und Risse sind tot
Wirst du mich mit mehr schlagen zu voll?
Du fühlst arglistlos und ruhig
Die hunter die gruslig du scheeler Blick
der Rahmen vor dem Mond
mein süss Kerker in meinem Raum
posted by DARVO @ 4:58 AM
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