Албум:
Eason
Оригинални текстови
Basque (Modern, Batua)
Превод
енглески
Er(h)ori
Falling
How many times
Have I told
Myself
Stay still right there
How many times
Have I told
Myself
Leave that guitar
But I can't
Hold on for long
You always appear
In November
And then you say
That you don't feel
Guilty for the last time
I gathered it all close
I really can't push you away
I gathered it all too close
And in the end I fell
Maybe I am
The only guilty one
Taking from my cry
Foam in the cliffs
And against your back
My chest
On the highest branch
The apple that I desire
The North has started to get old
Old me, female, and you, male
The power relationship of being
Inputting the north in hurry coordinates
I gathered it all close
I really can't push you away
I gathered it all too close
And in the end I fell
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