Mariesena - Traffic Lights / Kinesthetic | Текст песни

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Bright rad rose on melting snow
Early spring is in our lungs
The icy air flow
I love her habit to stop when traffic light is red
Even when there is no cars
That evening when she nuzzled into my shoulder at the crosswalk
I smelled her perfume mixed with smoke and wet dust
That was the first time I wanted traffic light to be frozen and never become green
But as soon as I thought about it she playfully ran ahead, dropping a flower that was braided in her hair.
Run Away...