Depressive Age - Hut lyrics

rate me

You're breath means leave taking

cause the cancer is marching

My bird dies with lost wings

Wounds will heal, but the scares will remain

In this hut where the childhood lives are the

tales of the moist future eyes

Your warm whispers in water drops count the

symbols for the blue times

Proud walks our landlord

with his magpie in our yard

What will become of him

Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain

In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes

Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times

Lamps break the chill of this night

In nooks of my sight

Calm in the smell of your clothes

Your shoes have no more walk with you

Burn,hut, burn forever!

Pearls for magpies and love to ashes!

In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes

Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times

Future is the multiface

Future is the short gold trace,

the coincidence-machine

and the all-answer screen