O.G.2001

Caroucel in Apocalypse - ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO ME!

Some say the nights are mysterious,
And there are such lone wolves
Who tend to move around between the sheets
And there are those, like me for example, who think
And know that the nights are mystical
And maybe it's just me, I'm in my movie?
Yes, maybe you're right
Oh wait what? It's you? I am?
Or maybe it's you?
My forgotten love?
Yeah!

The day kills the night,
The night burns the day
And he does not leave the moon
For minute after minute
After a second
After a year
After another consolation

How when I want
Hang out with you
between the sheets
You tell me
In a sweet weak voice
Let's go and go
Without without fear
And we're in the carousel
Like the circles
Repeating over and over
Without without stopping

And you give me a hand
As much as possible
When the sun comes up
And shines on us
We are Adam and Eve
That's what you tell me
When we introduce ourselves
In front of others

Then an angel descends
From the sky
And I say to you
Such a great meal
And in hindsight so sweet
The apocalypse is coming,
There is only bad destruction
And I sing to you again
As much as possible
Without you the night is empty
And I'm cold
Because again I sing
An old-fashioned chorus

How when I want
Hang out with you
between the sheets
You tell me
In a sweet weak voice
Let's go and go
Without without fear
And we're in the carousel
Like the circles
Repeating over and over
Without without stopping



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