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THE WEAK
With bodies made of cobweb
We are arrogantly walking through the world
Catching the deceptive butterflies
We think we have time
We eat mouldy food
While talking with our mouths full
There’s fire in our eyes
Our looks are infectious
Death is our companion
We don’t even deserve the air
But we’re still breathing
The machines are still on
Jedna od pjesama nedavno nagrađenih u Libanonu. Prepjev: Marija Perić-Bilobrk
Post je objavljen 21.06.2013. u 10:02 sati.