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Ray geometries
In my labyrinth of dreams
Every day I look more like myself
And that doesn't suit me.
And that doesn't interest me.
You, on the other hand, know how to escape from yourself.
And fly over you in circles
Seeking high perspective
And shores of light, seascapes
Poor me
If I don't recognize my mistakes
Poor me
But, did you know?
But, wise you, you skillfully circumvent men
But, did you know?
Because you're leaving heartbreaks behind
Like the wake of a ship
Empty sunset light, deserted nest
I'm lost in lightning geometries
And that doesn't suit me.
And that drives me crazy.
You, on the other hand, know how to calmly recover.
At dusk, looking for verses
Through tavern directions
Of wounded drone, of old guitar
Poor me
That I don't recognize my mistakes
Oh, poor me.
But, did you know?
But you knew that you give everything and you want everything.
But you knew that you were leaving the heartbreaks behind.
Like mud on your shoes
