Call
still love (Roberta Flack)
And the boat that flew in the sky
that children were still playing
I would have given the whole sea
just to get vedermeli
For the poet who can not sing
for the worker who no longer has his job
for those twenty years and stands to die in a desert
like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls
defending a book, a real book
so beautiful to cry in the streets because they are killing the
thought for the bastard who is always in the sun for the coward who
hides the heart
for our memory
thrown away by these men in pain
still love Call me Call me always love
That this bloody night while finishing
will fill us in here because the music and words
Call me Call me always love still love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remain a one man still love
Call Call Call
still love always love
Why
ideas are like butterflies that you can not take away the wings
because the ideas are like stars that do not go out
thunderstorms
because the ideas are Please
mother who believed they had lost
and are like the smile of God
spit in this universe still love
Call me Call me What
always love this damn night while finishing
will fill us in here because of
music and lyrics
still love Call me Call me always love
Keep writing life
between silence and thunder
defend this humanity that is so true in every man
Call Call
yet still love love love always
Call Call Call
always still love love this goddamn
That night while finishing
will fill us in here because
music and words still love
Call Call
always love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remained one man still love
Call me Call me Call me always love still love
Why
we love
still love (Roberta Flack)
And the boat that flew in the sky
that children were still playing
I would have given the whole sea
just to get vedermeli
For the poet who can not sing
for the worker who no longer has his job
for those twenty years and stands to die in a desert
like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls
defending a book, a real book
so beautiful to cry in the streets because they are killing the
thought for the bastard who is always in the sun for the coward who
hides the heart
for our memory
thrown away by these men in pain
still love Call me Call me always love
That this bloody night while finishing
will fill us in here because the music and words
Call me Call me always love still love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remain a one man still love
Call Call Call
still love always love
Why
ideas are like butterflies that you can not take away the wings
because the ideas are like stars that do not go out
thunderstorms
because the ideas are Please
mother who believed they had lost
and are like the smile of God
spit in this universe still love
Call me Call me What
always love this damn night while finishing
will fill us in here because of
music and lyrics
still love Call me Call me always love
Keep writing life
between silence and thunder
defend this humanity that is so true in every man
Call Call
yet still love love love always
Call Call Call
always still love love this goddamn
That night while finishing
will fill us in here because
music and words still love
Call Call
always love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remained one man still love
Call me Call me Call me always love still love
Why
we love
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