New Turku
Always New Turku
Carnation
The carnations were blooming
At that time, in your eyes
If I looked at you, I would be a slave
On your face...
Take the press and When you left
The rain vomited on me
They never rained again
With enthusiasm...
A carnation
If it rained, it would rain
If it were happy
The world again
If the day comes and you come
While the sun is falling softly
Carnations in your eyes
They will light up and catch fire again

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