Текст песни Nastra x Needow - Morocco

Snow from Morocco,
Wild underground of the East,
Remember my sound high
White trodden paths
Lady, who are you to me?
With a reproach,
I mentally draw on glasses
Turns at least 40
Whiskey, ice and hardcover feather begs
Remember my handwriting

One oracle with me
Tortures me from the inside
One with you is only an angel
Feeds you from routines

Virgo Mona Lisa,
These years must be
The best in your life
The capital told us about the wings
In a whisper, we are with moon dust
Round the bends for new games
Otherwise
Who will then chop off the threads?
There are only autographs in our hearts
We are given a choice
But Morocco beckons with notes
He is on repeat
I'm with white notebooks
Lady, hey who are you to me?
Sketched in prose
My autumn lyrics
Severe frosts
Getting used to the cold
Southern cyclones
Wash away youth in waves

One oracle with me
Tortures me from the inside
One with you is only an angel
Feeds you from routines