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My Sister and the Snow
02:15
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Silent Saturday evening
Sun has set down early
tender eyes opened to the white
of the fog and the blizzard.
Two children at the window
contemplating the falling snow
a brother and a sister
dreaming, alone, together.
When wind stopped howling
and the light started gleaming
kids put their coats on
and went diving into the ground
I'll remember forever
the laughter of my sister
sky was blue above the snow
our hearts were pure below the glow.
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Farewell
02:50
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The day after the flood
sailors came around me
trying to save me from all the waves breaking
on the shore I was trying to flee
voices of angels, seagulls and rain deep within.
On their ship cruising was so easy
the crew was swingin', singin', laughin,' and spinnin'
around me filling the gaps from a previous memory
who was still there haunting me.
On a thursday night, my heart was beating
in harmony with all the seafarers' hymns
but I went off-key as a statue I knew before
asked me if I was merry away from the shore.
I said "maybe not, but who cares?
my head is filled with foam and you need ground
my boat is sinking and being dry you crave
dont worry, you'll forget me in a second there".
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Blank Canvas
02:46
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Here comes the anger
rushing in my veins
loneliness of upcoming summers.
The Queen says to me
"babe please don't worry
because time will darn the hole within".
From the memories of warm summer breeze
To salty scents of winds over the sea
I'll keep waitin' for you
in the haze of my dreams
your face is a blank canvas
that i need to fill.
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Reverie #1
05:11
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Green leaves waving
on the grey.
They appear shinning
on that day.
Smiles and memories
are haunting
Through salty dreams
and cups of tea.
Distant and bright
Shinning to the eye.
Scratches and cracks are in the air
the disc's almost over
brasses and horns are fading out
until the silence comes.
Rain keeps falling
upwards
birds are swimming
in the yards.
Below the oceans
they are dry
and on the Sun
they mourn and cry.
Distant and bright
blinding to the eye.
Scratches and cracks are in the air
the disc's almost over
brasses and horns are fading out
until the silence comes.
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Sierra Romero France
Songs that sound like grainy photos.
Based in southern France.
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