Lovingly I press out the ink on the page Carefully I'd scent it in stock from the meadow It is dark in the meadow I spill it all as I pour Red wine
Превод: Све о Еви. На ливади.
Settle 'cause it rotates like Ho cakes under glass, it's all About ya future yet it's all About ya past like how many Faces did ya mold in ya mask?
world is never settle cause it rotates like ho cakes under glass, it's all about ya future yet it's all about ya past like how many faces did ya mold
