Venus Made Wine

Oh I saw a hunter daddy
Pointing a shotgun
I turned back time
Oh features of a burning valley
Pointing the south line
Where Venus made wine

Holy kind may tell
To his mind a few lies

Oh we give sorrow
To this colourful life
A sallow fright
Oh we
We once borrowed
A lovely show
But now we fall
Hold me

I can cry in your oceans
And save the blue
The best guru
Fortune mother
Fearless flower
Oh what a love
In a blind scene

Holy kind may tell
To his mind a few lies

Oh we give sorrow
To this colourful life
A sallow fright
Oh we
We once borrowed
A lovely show
But now we fall
Hold me

Count my fingers fingers
And fingertips
They touch they touch
Touch to my lips
I will miss
I will miss

Count my fingers fingers
And fingertips
They touch they touch
Touch to my lips
I will miss
I will miss



Credits
Writer(s): Ilke ögel
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