Three Tall Men - Silver Throne (Thrône d'argent) [feat. helenka & Sartin]

I went to see the gypsy girl
Around her neck black magic pearl
She lit up a fire quick
Then she gave me cards to pick

I see her mojo's working well
For anything I want there's a spell
The smell of her wardrobe's real
But her intentions are clear

I'm blowing on the foam
In her bathroom I roam
I'm cold but I see fire

I can't seem to float
I might need a boat

Barefoot on splinter floor
She opens up behind closed doors
She doesn't even have a phone
Yet hears you from her silver throne

Pieds nus sur le plancher d'éclats
Derrière la porte fermée je m'ouvre
J'ai même pas de portable
Sur mon trône d'argent je t'entends encore

Quoi faire avec ton esprit pathétique
Je suis ta reine de pique
Mes boucles d'oreilles brillantes
Comme l'avenir que tu ne vivras jamais

Pas important si tu vas abandonner
Pur comme l'enfer
Tes grains d'un chapelet ont noirci
Je tiens ton coeur sanglant, mon extasie

Written by:
Helena Hrubá, Jaroslav Neuwirth

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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