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Last night i've seen you in my dream
I was trying to hold on,
to cling to your smiling image in my head
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ואני בתוך ההמון מחפש דרך גישה
ובינתיים
מדבר אל עצמי במקלחת
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Like a touch of silk against his palm
the faint hint of flowers
breaking through the chaotic smell
the decomposition of a lost spirit
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On the farther corner of the street stands a beheaded dog on
his broken leg, singing an old Chicago blues song about his
mistress, washed up in the dark water of the Nile.
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אומרים שהחיים
הם זין אחד
גדול...
אבל זה ממש לא
ככה...
החיים תמיד
קשים! |
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