hullunud traktoristi pilgus
maailmasõdade valgus
tema ei tea aga tunneb
kuidas peab käima käsi
sina su valged jalad
neid kujutan heinamaal ette
ja kujutan kuidas taha
ja kujutan kuidas ette
nemad nad usuvad kindlalt
elu on kuradi lihtne
paar pudelit palgapäeval
kuni impeerium püsib
aga ta langeb põrmu
nagu joobnud kangelasema
ja küla poob ennast üles
ja varemed viiakse ära
sellest ajast ei tehtud pilte
see aeg oli ilus ja kole
pärast tulid minutiõgijad
ja nüüd pole kellelgi aega
ja nüüd pole kellelgi valgust
meeles lähevad maailmasõjad
ainult jaanikuu soojas udus
tundub otsekui traktor tuksub
Friday, 15 February 2013
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
the darkest night is over
the darkest night is over
but there’s nothing left to see
the castles you once built have
washed out to the sea
the girls you loved
but couldn’t get
are growing moustache
now you could win
all crazy bets
but you have gone too far
the darkest night is over
but there’s nothing left to see
the lakes of burning sorrow
are dry, you cannot drink
the boy you loved
but couldn’t be
is growing moustache
it’s you
and you can walk the sea
and weld all rusty scars
the darkest night is over
but there’s nothing left to see
the turtle sheds it’s cover
and is finally free
the darkest night is over
but there’s nothing left
to see
the time has peeled your cover
and your naked soul is free
but there’s nothing left to see
the castles you once built have
washed out to the sea
the girls you loved
but couldn’t get
are growing moustache
now you could win
all crazy bets
but you have gone too far
the darkest night is over
but there’s nothing left to see
the lakes of burning sorrow
are dry, you cannot drink
the boy you loved
but couldn’t be
is growing moustache
it’s you
and you can walk the sea
and weld all rusty scars
the darkest night is over
but there’s nothing left to see
the turtle sheds it’s cover
and is finally free
the darkest night is over
but there’s nothing left
to see
the time has peeled your cover
and your naked soul is free
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