Sliding, sliding...
We will never ever forget what we were.
The laughter, the anger and the departure.
Searching, searching for them...
the leather has burst and His pieces have been lost,
drunk now sober and spineless.
You are the same as yesterday, you are always the same,
the sweet wait of the dogs that remain,
they wait howling It's a promise.
I see you give birth, always beautiful there,
painting your wings for the day they escape...
If those I lost come back, call me...
It shines so far away, the skies fly,
crossing the plains, I don't know if you laugh anymore,
the calendar has killed those days,
and all that blood doesn't stop coming out.

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