Civeta Dei (исполнитель: The Number Twelve Looks Like You)
Pick up this doll and watch the girl dream. Cups spill what holds, what holds, what holds tomorrow. Clenching the fist, raising the brow. As glass enters the vein. Justice shines in her dark eyes. As an amber sky drips a tear upon a sunset. This is seraplis dream. ten crowns drop. Parchment paper [bad word] when the curtain falls. Shade this tribulation in pastels Silk feelings hurt The river holds the color you describe as love.