
Ο ποιητής φίλος μου όμως [που δεν το ξέρει ότι είναι] ξαναχτύπησε με ένα σπαραχτικό τραγούδι [άσε τη NOVA και γράψε κανα στίχο, -----αυτή τη στιγμή παίζουν οι Ονειροπόλοι, πάντως, το πήρες είδηση;].
in the land of the whiskey and wine
there are photos of deeds that are done in their time
where the dreams of the elders deny
their youth into sorrow their love into crime
know the land of the tears and chimes
where the kids never play, the sun never shines
where the girls and the boys are drunk in perfume
their feet on the earth their hands in the sky
know the sea and her hair are deep blue in dye
and its mermaids are gold first they live and then they die
there are photos of deeds that are done in their time
where the dreams of the elders deny
their youth into sorrow their love into crime
know the land of the tears and chimes
where the kids never play, the sun never shines
where the girls and the boys are drunk in perfume
their feet on the earth their hands in the sky
know the sea and her hair are deep blue in dye
and its mermaids are gold first they live and then they die
[i love these new white maltesers -που έχουν γεύση τυριού- and i hate flies. i so much hate flies]
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