the eighth colour what the rainbow paints

17. duben 2015 | 19.36 |

The eighth colour what the rainbow paints

The april mornings are very cold
the sun in the sky I cannot see
only a bottle of whiskey I can hold
and I dont know how the hope seems

everybody of my neighbours
sleep, sleep, sleep with their mistresses
we are staying on the empty streets
I and I

All the cities are simply the same
The black colour is now my new name
the black colour is the eighth colour what the rainbow paints

Yes, it is pain, it is pain
I searched for the atlantis world
and found only words, words, words, 
words very very old...

If you are intersted in
we could made an exedition spin
we would explore the heaven side
and San Peter would be our guide

b'cause everybody of my neighbours
sleep, sleep, sleep with their mistresses
we are staying on the empty streets
I and I

All the cities are simple the same
The black colour is now my new name
the black colour is the eighth colour what the rainbow paints

Yes, it is pain, it is pain
I searched for the atlantis world
and found only words, words, words, 
words very very old...


Bellow from the street I can hear
Every proper man has to have a beard
My life sounds as bad song in e-moll keys
and my daily bread transforms to cookies 


b'cause everybody of my neighbours
sleep, sleep, sleep with their mistresses
we are staying on the empty streets
I and You

All the cities are simply the same
The black colour is now my new name
the black colour is the eighth colour what the rainbow paints

Yes, it is pain, it is pain
We're searching for the atlantis world
and finding only words, words, words, 
words very very old...
On based of Jaromir Nohavica song

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