The city of Niš, the city of Niš
Ludvig van... The Fifth Symphony
In short, you will never get to heaven
This is how you are vaccinated against rare infections
A night's sleep, a false poppy
Does death sleep in this frenzied hour? Rain to the sky
We'll be left alone, you and I
In a world that doesn't need gender
Sleep presses, sticky and strong
Does death sleep in this frantic hour?
Whoa, whoa, whoa - it's getting dark

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