Текстове на песни: Russian Red. Otras Canciones. No Past Land.

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If my hands weren't there, like i saw in the stream
Of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
If they weren't to be found, then what else could i be?

If your hands weren't there, like i saw in my dreams
And the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared,
Then what else, then what else could i be?

If your hands an my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
To scape from this world, from this no past land.

If i looked in the windows while walking pass through
If i stared at the willows with my seven black truths
If my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind

If you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back
And your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine
And the windows, the willows, the pillows, and your mouth.

If your hands & my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
To escape from this world, from this no past land.