Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

lyrics & poems

My head is shaking under a veil in black Drop by drop, the white of my eyes is flowing Crystallizing, cracking A thousand pieces of wax are mixed and mingled Weary it’s me she gathers Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon Step by step, the bones of my ankles are fractured Fossilized and weakened A thousand pieces of ivory are shattered Weary it’s me she gathers Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon Little by little, the blood in me turns frozen Civilized and darkened A thousand black clouds are growing angry Weary it’s me she gathers Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon One by one, delusions from my soul are leaving Wandering and howling A thousands stifled cries from me are breaking out Weary it’s me she gathers Weary it’s her I gather with a teaspoon The head is shaking under a veil in black A thousand pieces of wax are mixed and mingled She is collecting them below with a teaspoon Then getting up, putting her veil back on.

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