Текст песни
I were born in winter
A white dove's corpse, crumpled
Resting amidst miniscule pearls
Unbeknownst to them
If i were to love
Accompanying its stillness
Deafen my lunar ache
For i am seen in the night
If i were to love
Discipline me to numbness
I am bare before you
Undress my shame
If i were to bleed
The crimson splashes
Would spell out the first time
You had whispered my name
If i were to bleed
Somnambulant breezes
Collapsing with oneselves
Would daughter me
Until i love again
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