ترانه:
Cibelle The Shine Of Dried Electric Leaves

City people down the street Dressed in black Dressed in black And foreheads weep under the burning sun Smiles rising as they come out Foreheads weep

I need to tell someone How I am feeling Moving my silence down I don't feel ?no middle end? Not a bit, just standing still It's just this feeling course

Existirmos, a que sera que se destina Pois quando tu me deste a rosa pequenina Vi que es um homem lindo e que se acaso a sina Do menino infeliz se nos

Slowly Walking through the fields Empty heartbeat Follow someone Deixa pra la Rollercoasters in the thin rain Now in my rainy mind Stories slide insane Slide insane Slightly most, leaves

Nao quero que voce me coma Nao quero que voce me engula Nao quero que voce me acorde Nao quero que voce me durma Nao quero que voce me assista Nao quero

For your circle days A little bit of sunshine Feel drops of water and footsteps The soul pushes against the stairs alone With pianos in your hair That

Help me, I'm falling down Help me, I'm falling down the stair Of my thoughts, my heart Help, I'm slipping down Help me I'm slipping down, I feel my