buried attitude

how trees are flapping

streching all her leaves

when hurricane comes and plays with the branch

this wild tangling chaos is like a bop of ideas in my deranged mind

like every minute you have pissed

behind your back and you can't bring it back

every day breaks through the past terms. rethink your dreams

the feeling's in me

but my mind can't read it

every day breaks through the past terms

every day breaks through the past

my mind can't read it

my mind can't read it

lonesome sobbing of the fiddling fall

brushing my heart with a needle so dull

it's also freezing when the pendulum

swings as reality embraces my daydreaming

now i fondle into burning ice

my heart is cold but my mind's on fire

fitfully pressing my makers hand

tries to hold me back

but it's hopeless

i'm just about to fall

on the street

where the crows are croaking

they are hunting a prey for the suffer

thousand deaths against one big one

there's no more chance

as the spring is so bloody now

i sit here in a shiver

in the hands of the summer

every day breaks through the past terms. rethink your dreams

the feeling's in me

but my mind can't read it

every day breaks through the past terms

every day breaks through the past

my mind can't read it

my mind can't read it

itt a nyar meg a tel

nezzel ram

te nyar

en uvoltok

uvoltok a sarban

sose ereztel

sose ker

de lasd

este van

egy masik alom jon

fenytol fel

de lasd

este van