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Кочевники Santina

Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a

For you I would tattoo me With lines crossin' into a hand And a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing

You and me of the 10,000 wars Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores A bed to be made and a bed to lie in A hand in the darker side and our

I've taken, so many down I've helped them all to dismount I've followed, so many down I take their hand me downs All with hope, all with hope That emptiness

infame e con i soldi vai dove non vorresti mai. Santina dai grandi occhi, Santina dalle piccole mani, Santina voce gentile perche prendi quella roba Santina

Clearing webs from a hovel blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been digging too deep I always do I see my face on the surface I look a lot

For you I would tattoo me with lines crossing into a hand and a heart that would never bleed With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm Standing

Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning Light the bayou with our tailights in the night 800 miles to El Paso from the stateline And we never had the money

Welcome me to your city of angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials