Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Cant del Mignia

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Night comes and darkness enters through thewindow And only a shaft of wind and a warm pot And the kitchen whistling an old song

And the soul stitched with holes And all the nostalgia of tomorrow And a boiling iPad A ringing telephone It seems that everything is alive, Quotidianity, Signs that foil foolishness But there, the song of children And the isolated trobadours

A bitter sound in disguise With smoke and branches Feeds life on the terrace.

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