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(åvening)
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(åvening)
Author:
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åvening dreams of magic,
Knock of door closing behind me,
Drum of war leads in the valley of lights.
Traffic lights flashing,
Magical dances in somebody's insides.
They stamp in the heart - warmer, colder.
Melts the angel born in a warm winter morning,
Quietly searching,
Burning kilos of effort with eyes.
Only the car lights are a little too tacktless,
Sometimes intrude into somebody's dates and partings.
Chorus:
I don't know whether this city loves me
But big wings
Cover the secrets of the dark mist of night.
The traffic chockes in it,
Engines choke in it.
Industry life!
The other one gives novels sealed with kisses.
Higher hills and the locks of zippers,
Rythms and songs, hands and shoulders -
Living sculpture of the lonely benches.
Hooters of ships tipsy of having come home
Burst in the dreams,
Sailors in windows of single women,
Worn out by the armor of their blue suits.
Chorus
