Из альбома: Victoria Tibblin
These death silences that last for hours
These back tastes leave us sour
The string goes around the needle
I spin around your little finger
Baby, baby, don't cry, don't cry
For me, oh baby, don't cry, don't cry
We try to refer the question
With deceiving comprehension
Maybe we should considerate
Perhaps disconnect separate
Baby, baby, don't cry, don't cry
For me, oh baby, don't cry, don't cry