Close your eyes and then on your own canvas in your head
Stir the gray color
Lightly so you don't disturb anymore
Close your eyes and let the film run out
Breathe the air sticky with blood
Don't look at me like a wolf
It is not my wish to judge
Torches are burning, a gypsy song
Destiny read from the palm of my hand
Don't look at me like a wolf
The night is a wet wolf's nose
Torches are burning, a gypsy song
Destiny read from the palm of the hand

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