Текст и слова песни Depressive Age – Port Graveyard
What a special taste has desert sand
that seeps all through my skin
No more unreal shapes of caravans
shall lead me to nothing
fade away
I tried to save what's left in my life
fade
away
Heaven can wait and hell shall die
Freedom - My desire
Gratis - Not for to hire
Sandsea - I'm a sailor
Landlord of my port: Graveyard
Burning witches of these desert lands
Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can
I will suck you out on all your tongues
Firejuice 'til I get drunk
Patience - My desire
Gratis - Not for to hire
Sandsea - I'm a sailor
Landlord of my port: Graveyard
Lonelyness that I fear for years
What a good state and I have it here
That's my aim and no one needs to bury me
Wind bring me the sand
to cover my end
that seeps all through my skin
No more unreal shapes of caravans
shall lead me to nothing
fade away
I tried to save what's left in my life
fade
away
Heaven can wait and hell shall die
Freedom - My desire
Gratis - Not for to hire
Sandsea - I'm a sailor
Landlord of my port: Graveyard
Burning witches of these desert lands
Please, satisfy my thirst as lovely as you can
I will suck you out on all your tongues
Firejuice 'til I get drunk
Patience - My desire
Gratis - Not for to hire
Sandsea - I'm a sailor
Landlord of my port: Graveyard
Lonelyness that I fear for years
What a good state and I have it here
That's my aim and no one needs to bury me
Wind bring me the sand
to cover my end
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