Timotheus Hakadosh - First thoughts pure lyrics (Spoken version)

Warming light of the lamp in the kitchen
And my loneliness falls from the ceiling
While, Enjoying his flight, angel's dreaming
Staring at me with his eyes closed
I will sit here, in a pose of a wiseman,
I will write about you cople' songs,
About miracle flow through the ceiling
That invites blinded angels on talk.

Written by:
Timofei Mirkin

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