Zuzana Smatanová - Subscriber Of My Trust - text písně

What a rare thoughts were born into my head ...
What a rare thoughts you can find after my death ...

I want you to remember my name
´cos it took me too much energy that
non-stop please others!
I´m not like a moth starved for light
and than burn my wings when I touch it ...
Why don´t they understand me?
and my sandalwood can be broken
to a splinter!

I´m not like a bottle of juice with
an instruction :"Shake well before opening!"
and incapable consider human
inner dignity ...
Please be brotherly in this plight
and brotherly I´ll know your name!

Where are the letters for me?
Did the postman die?
I sent the request for somebody
better, but I was too much selective
and tend towards dungeon of souls and
pretty hearts and I found only subscriber
of my trust ...

Did you inquire about it, how many
ingredients I got into my dinner,
that I´m hungry for?
The details are more important than
entire things ... do you want to eat
the same like me?

What a rare thoughts were born into my head ...
What a rare thoughts ...

Přidal: ema dne 24. 03. 2006 v 01:30.
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