Текст песни
Fleeting vision
Touching the lips
More Than that was not
Memory alive
Emanations in me
Attitude is on Clear
The smell is
He Drives me crazy
Lilac Smell in memory
The smell of lilac always
every spring he’s in me
in each I search for it
a woman walks by
the trail of her smell hits me
I breathe it but he does not beckon me
Trying to attract – the smell is artificial
He’s dead in it is it you
Emanation the blood
Salt reaction
Excitation
Nothing will be able to
Replace you…
