Текст песни
I am the liquid form in a world made of stone
I melted harsh words till wilt, dry and prune
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin
I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin
It's a quiet rebellion, a soft kind of war
I melted harsh words till wilt, dry and prune
Let the rhythm be wide and the logic be thin
I'm living in the spaces where the secrets begin
It's a quiet rebellion, a soft kind of war