Azare
when you come to sleep
tomorrow
gone are all these
hate, pain and despair
tomorrow
gone are all these
paints, colours, rainbow
tomorrow
gone are all these
ice-creams, toys and scents
is it a repent
or a wish to sleep?
honey, cream and bread;
toil to toilet
honey to taste
cream to mind
and always bread
to win
that is the dream
booked for tomorrow
when you come to sleep.
gone are all these
hate, pain and despair
tomorrow
gone are all these
paints, colours, rainbow
tomorrow
gone are all these
ice-creams, toys and scents
is it a repent
or a wish to sleep?
honey, cream and bread;
toil to toilet
honey to taste
cream to mind
and always bread
to win
that is the dream
booked for tomorrow
when you come to sleep.
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when you come to sleep
when you come to sleep