Our moon is a marble lie
And it contains all we can try
The sky is a slice of ice
Beyond the glass white wishes standstill
In a faraway foreign land
Neither belongs to us
Nevertheless they keep us alive
We all have those living lies
They protect us from the anger and provide with an engagement
To a faraway foreign bride
Our moon is a marvellous lie
And it contains all we can have
Your face is a slice of art
Beyond your eyes sweet promises standstill
In a faraway foreign mind
Do let me speak when I’m drunk
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