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Acoustic Pleasure - “the Cold Sunrise“ This very slow and cold sunrise It remained white ice in your eyes Lonely shadows separate from bodies It's become not clear, what is noise or silence The cold sunrise The voice in me wants to find freedom But there is no language in my life What hadn't told, was turned to venom I have some to tell! Don't shut my mouth! No voices No callings No lie Only feelings Stop! Please hold my hand You will understand all which I am silent We're in the beginning of a way. It will never end Feel what is hidden in us. The “loud“ talent The cold sunrise The voice in me wants to find freedom But there is no language in my life What hadn't told, was turned to venom I have some to tell! Don't shut my mouth! No voices No callings No lie Only feelings
