Zmelkoow
C'iko, Pajo And Pako
I spit through the window
I spit through the window and watch where the spit flies
the sun is setting somewhere far away' thunders I see your gaze as in the empty void
in the smoke of the cigarette, mine also became foggy
It's the third day I've been sweating and I have a headache
do you ever see how he's suffering, rolling around in the heat where it's always been nice
summer without evenings is like white gold

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