Текст песни Solomn - Мамина любовь

Footprints on the windowsills,
Spring.
It has long been forgotten
About verses.
Gone where riot
sleep Oto
In the centuries. Lost
In the centuries.
And hid under
Pouring rain.
Shirts, plastered
To the heart.
All this talk
About anything -
Like the sun, leaning against
By hand.
----
I see
I see these days
And wake up in a fiery captivity.
Forgot about the lights.
And the moon at night.
I remember
I remember voices.
And tenderness quiet words,
As a young dew, as the mother's love.
Love.
Love.
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For some reason I do is say,
When, in my mind, inside,
As a shy, too soft clay
Prophecy of the sacred fire.
And even if we do not come back,
Stuck between songs and sunrises,
That these revelations forget -
My counter is spent caring.
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As my mother as my mother's love ..