up and pack up the place you were pink And falling around Dripping and crawling and clawing inside You're missing some sounds The ones that float carry and
Tulkojums: Portugālē. Man. Un es.
the door fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed firm and steady rhythms that they pace in and out and in and out we named everything and everyone
I met a face with ring rounded pocket eyes That shaped folded banks inside As he shivered out thoughts They went: "golden and pale wind whispers breathe
Tulkojums: Portugālē. Man. Sit atpakaļ un Dream.
Tulkojums: Portugālē. Man. Out un In un iekšā un ārā.
Tulkojums: Portugālē. Man. Staļļi un krēsli.
at the door fists are heavy pounds of pounding placed firm and steady rhythms that they pace in and out and in and out we named everything and everyone
