Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cigarette”
- There's a cold, constant neon flicker Filled with an odour of decline and sour liqour Where bodies intertwine and spirits linger I suck the blood of a left hand finger And with it I release my self-esteem A reason to redeem I'm a failure - I'm unclean There's not an action I regret I light another cigarette And through the smoke, I feel the scent Of something far beyond an incident A lecture for the trivial Artistic, not theatrical And she moves just like an erotic cabar't Leaving the lust for both happiness and dismay The softest lips, gold gracious fingertips
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