Need not worry
I came of age as I left
as it was lifted from my chest
Come a Russian winter, came a bird
She was soft, frail and full
and spoke of years spent indoors
But she need to not worry anymore
...
The air turned soft by her breath
a pocket knife beat in her chest
Hearts may race and out pours only sadness
...
As words spilled warm from her breast
and were of plenty for the poor
she said we need not worry anymore
...
We can take it back
Back when trying was no part of living
back when the sun was only giving
back when your eyes were blue on whitest white
before darkness had stolen even one night
back when loving was not out of weakness
towards where the hunger is oh so shameless
back before we became somebodys mistress
back when we were our fathers princess
...
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as it was lifted from my chest
Come a Russian winter, came a bird
She was soft, frail and full
and spoke of years spent indoors
But she need to not worry anymore
...
The air turned soft by her breath
a pocket knife beat in her chest
Hearts may race and out pours only sadness
...
As words spilled warm from her breast
and were of plenty for the poor
she said we need not worry anymore
...
We can take it back
Back when trying was no part of living
back when the sun was only giving
back when your eyes were blue on whitest white
before darkness had stolen even one night
back when loving was not out of weakness
towards where the hunger is oh so shameless
back before we became somebodys mistress
back when we were our fathers princess
...
En av de allra vackraste sångerna jag vet
Lyssnas med fördel på här
