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Stoly levitujúce vo výške ženského nechtu

Here I go again Slipping further away Letting go again Of what keeps me in place

Every night, you wrote another line With a bloody, broken, bottle

Stovky dioptrií mi spadlo ružové okuliare sú v ťahu stúpam po skle

Mala vo vrecku presne tak ako sa to nesmie schované ruky zovreté päste

Pamätáš sa na prvý pohľad? Prvé stretnutie? Prvé očarenie?

I wish to percieve the world through the shadows of scared people. To follow them at the heels. To see the horror in their eyes everytime they look at me.

I’m sitting in my room with a gun in my hand waiting for my doom voices swimming through my head

Silent night, broken night, all is fallen when you take your life