Power of Trinity - Telefon

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I begin to flirt the feather softly
Too many words of ink are missing

Wounded paper defends itself as much as he could
Erase everything and blend in smoothly on the table
Clocks have stopped and nothing works anymore
I close my eyes, suddenly you call

And in the earpiece your voice reminds you
That night you were here
And put a cool wind in my mouth

You still want to bend the reality ...


I'm bent on not receiving you anymore
You weave like an aggressive ivy

You are the worst of my dark muses
You flood the light with darkness and say, well
I do not want to do anything more than just erase you
I close my eyes, the sound rang

And in the earpiece your voice reminds you
That night you were here
And put a cool wind in my mouth
Nonchalantly because you left something
You kill the night of peace,
Although I have not seen you for almost a hundred days

You still want to bend the reality ...