Kispál and the Badger
Föld Kaland Ilyesmi
Cars Towards the Sea
Cars towards the sea
They pass in our street
Everyone waves at their own gate. would knock the piece of sand off my stomach
That weak rhythm under my breath
I shake the match, the sun will rise
Some old moves
The waves also line up
Ball, bird and time flies
Who needs a game in which
The stars are all stones
Land, adventure, things like that...
Beautiful words can all come
so the piece of sand would come off my belly
That weak rhythm under my heart
I strike the match, the sun will rise
Cars towards the sea
They pass in our street
Everyone waves their own t's door
Who needs a game in which
The stars are all stones
Earth, adventure, things like that...
Earth, adventure , something like that...
Nice words can all come