My ships are frozen sticks They lay stuck to the floor My wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks They don't float anymore And my tongue, it's a carbon
My ships are frozen sticks They lay stuck to the floor My wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks They don't float anymore And my tongure, it's a carbon
Překlad: Devendra Banhart. My Lodě.
: My ships are frozen sticks They lay stuck to the floor My wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks They don't float anymore And my tongure, it's
My ships are frozen sticks They lay stuck to the floor My wrists and my breasts are bleeding bricks They don't float anymore And my tongure, it's a
