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The Cell #4 - Scorching Heat [2010]
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White curtain

Virgin snow will muffle my shout,
Will bridle me, i am tired without enlightenment.
Fog will gently get
Into my blood, right into my blood.
It will smell as aroma of flowers,
You couldn't wait for me thousands hours.
You wrote on glass,
But i could understand.

My lips are sewed by a silence thread,
And each word causes fear.
Homeless dogs will read
The burial service over me.
At the splinters of glass you will see my reflection,
I have accepted voluntary ejection.
Like timed dream
I will erased.

White curtain will install desire to live
And two lonely shades not revive together.
You cannot be me, you cannot survive,
the heavenly masquerade for you will calm forever