The wind spits out tobacco, here is such bad weather
With the taste of panna-Kotta, your filter, and my bitter
And I was sad not by that, because there is no sweat here
I ran away from where I would jump from acceleration now
Where, I have seemed to win all my life
I seem to burn all the bridges
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
Where my trace was caught
Where I am the last Winner
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
Ran like rolling the field
Was sick, was sick, was sick, if
A broken heart will not hide
My sweaty palms
Our empty dialogs
Our empty dialogs
Our empty dialogs
It was so long ago, remember
Where the sun set fire to the steppes
The wind beat in the hair
Where, we are still children
Where the sun set fire to the steppes
The wind beat in the hair
Where, we are still children
E, I changed my breath to a fragment
I didn't want to, but changed, changed it, overtook
Years in the photo zip and photo rar
Since I learned to smoke in a delay
There are already few those who were there there
There are already few those who are just like that
I have not yet accepted myself new
I just want to go back
Where the sun set fire to the steppes
The wind beat in the hair
Where, we are still children
Where the sun set fire to the steppes
The wind beat in the hair
Where, we are still children
The wind spits out tobacco, here is such bad weather
With the taste of panna-Kotta, your filter, and my bitter
And I was sad not by that, because there is no sweat here
I ran away from where I would jump from acceleration now
Where, I have seemed to win all my life
I seem to burn all the bridges
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
Where my trace was caught
Where I am the last Winner
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
I have seemed to win all my life
I seem to burn all the bridges
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
Where my trace was caught
Where I am the last Winner
I slept and saw it, but today this is real
