Motorama

Like a foam in an antique bath, white snow has covered my head I am slow slow slow slow slowly dying, my blue colored eyes are almostly blind And I see, huge walls of trees, huge walls of ice shelves It takes my breathe away If everyone is falling on

A rose in the vase Several years Away from each other Away from each other Several years From highlands and oceans To lowlands and rivers Therefore the pain won't stop Therefore the pain won't stop The pain won't stop [x2] I spend my days sitting I s

Oh mother of seas, I saw her so long ago Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands I am drunken by wine, quite as a child So close to thee Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands I'm tired and our traveling, Our traveling is over You are so tired and o

Flying like a paper bird covered eyes we saw From the lighthouse up to young clouds An open path Flying like a paper bird grown up trees we saw From the leopard paw to your heart Insanity No one knows where our ship floats From oceans grey and cold h

Image - Motorama You have a soul It's permanently weak You have a whip And it's lying on your windowsill While I have no thoughts You have clear image of our love Clear image of our love While I have no thoughts You have clear image of our love Clear

Sick and poor He runs through everglade Face is covered with grey dirt color of his clothes Bengal lights illuminate his way Fiasco for the daytime Triumph for the night Who is there With black feathers in white hands Her perfume is filling up his he