Текст песни: Herman Dune. Otras Canciones. In The Summer Camp.

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in the summer camp, down by the hill
i'll get some time to think
laying down on the pier, throwing stones to the lake
one stone for everything that i really miss
like my dog and the crows and the smell of here
and i keep a very special pile of
heavy and black and polished and weird and terrifying stones
for the nights when i missed you
(and even when i could still see you)
for the sweet things you said
that i don't wanna know if they're true
for you wearing my shirts
and riding your bike in a warm night
for when we didn't even say goodbye
for when i was stuck in the airport
with amazing lightnings
keeping the plane to the ground
and i wouldn't even call you
for th anger and the pain that we softly built
for th anger and the pain that we tenderly built
for th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built
for th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built
for th anger and the pain that we softly built
for th anger and the pain that we tenderly built
for th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built
for th anger and the pain that we hug-ly built