Bauta

January's opened
The clouds are sewn to the sky
The snowdrops keep on dancing
Through the howling windy night
And the sound of icicles clattering
Oh find their way through the streets
Of an old village-like city
That hides beneath the sheets

I shiver and i hide
In the worn hands of my watch
That's ticking on and on
And on
And on
And on

And the front facade looks gloomy
But i think it always did
I longed to drown into it
But chose to curse and spit
Then past a run-down store
Oh with tellies next to it's doors
Playing old venetian movies
Oh with bautas sewn to a corpse

I shiver and i hide
In the worn hands of my watch
That's ticking on and on
And on
And on
And on



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