small hours

In the dark of night Those small hours I drift away

Without an alternative I would have eaten dirt And I've taken pills to not have to ask myself questions And I did the small hours to grow up And to die as an icon (uh-yeah)

The last bars Are being closed I wake up at small hours And almost feel you there

Who are you And what are you doing in front of me at five o'clock It's the small hours and I'm sinking into your eyes again And I'm thinking what is this feeling, oh no

After four o'clock the pupils expand I feel big only at the small hours Blue sirens, screams and lenses

No, no, no, no, I am at Keith and Anita's, It's the small hours of the morning, But we were not sleeping, my dear,

And at night, at night In the small hours The simple prayers ask

But that's in the future, why to worry about that I open the window during the small hours, still a little drunk I see a congested line of cars and the men of the bridges

[Verse 2: Robin Packalen] We talked until small hours again I wonder if we slept even an hour

The downward spiral All this give and take In the wee small hours

Small hours both of us are too tired to party Small hours both of us are too tired to party Tired gazes,husky voices,

These twists and turns of fate Time falls away But these small hours These little wonders still remain

Under the covers, Removing the ballast from her sleep. In the small hours of the morning, She hoped her shapes

In the small hours of the nightsmall hours, "aamuyö" literally means "morning night" :D" href="#footnote1_y7t9gnu" rel="nofollow">1 Neither of us feel like partying anymore In the small hours of the ...

Let’s Run You call in the small hours of the morning, promise this is the last time (Last time) Please, help once more sister, our veins have the same blood (Blood)

your nails sink in my groins The fresh wind of small hours we walked to the seashore

Oh, if you were at least here in front of my door, So you would ring my bell in small hours, Hey, if we had stayed together

She does not know what is happening to me In the small hours of the night. She is a beauty that loves to be silent.

When your lonely heart has learned its lesson You'd be hers if only she would call In the wee small hours of the morning That's the time you miss her most of all

they told me that you have been seen in a party at Haifa at the small hours (of the night) with him, sitting next to him and they told me that he, took you to a walk at the esplanade