Under a yellow sun

Zornik

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Sitting in a little room in my little darkness
Sometimes it`s a little gift that we are so helpless
Take refuge in little dreams in my little land
Sometimes it`s a little gift that we can`t understand
Crying in a little corner in my little room
Sometimes it`s a little gift that we die so soon
Think you are the greatest under yellow sun
Sometimes it`s a little gift that your kingdom comes
These mouth can not speak
These eyes can not see
Degrade with madness
(Close your eyes to me)
These hands can not give
This mind can not pray
It`s always the same
(For what we must pay)
These mouth can not speak
These eyes can not see
Degrade with madness
(Close your eyes to me)
This brain can not dream
These lips can not cry
It`s always the same
(Until we must die)