Selecione o idioma para traduzir esta letra
The humoral looming of the affections of the blood
the humoral looming of the ideas of the instances
the insolent solemn solemn foolish promise to be self-sufficient
I will never go back to where I already was
I will never go back to before, never
the humoral looming of the ideas of the instances
the humoral looming of the affections of the blood
if I could tell you what I can't even write to you I would hesitate
in doing so
/>today is Sunday tomorrow we die
today I dress in silk and white
today is Sunday tomorrow we die
today I dress in red and love
..in spite of every strenuous decision or vote against I find myself
embarrassed, surprised, hurt by an angry feeling of worsening
that I don't know how to talk about nor do I know how to ask questions...