Текст (слова) песни: Depressive Age - Featherflute
Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing Chemistry has boiled her strings She said: "Built your hut on my wing"
Kilja is the bird who `catch my fall from a bridge with suicide toll Now I try to wake her bride call
Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us like a double moon in love
Kilja writes a poem line in the sand `bout a norwegian fjord shore bend where a filter breaks the sunstand Secrets in your ever changing suit makes my voice to your substitute `cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute"
Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds
Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us and delight us Sometimes I wish to fall your cure, then it`s jealousy what rules `cause your bride call would pull a charming bird into your urge
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