[Taken from the U.S./European single Cinnamon Girl, 1997] [Original version can be found on the album October Rust] My cinnamon girl - my cinnamon girl
Traducere: Type O Negative. Fata de scortisoara (Mix Mode depresivă).
Traducere: Type O Negative. Scortisoara Fata [Mix Mode deprimat].
: [Taken from the U.S./European single Cinnamon Girl, 1997] [Original version can be found on the album October Rust] My cinnamon girl - my cinnamon
All this time I've been gone All this time I've been left to die For my death you discover a bitter and deadly scent The scent of venom The scent of
Inside of me is nothing Those burning tears are gone My eyes and lips are frozen And suddenly I'm all alone
A ghastly whisper runs through my spine a glimpse of tomorrow A sigh of sorrow a sigh of death These tears are made for me to shed I shiver, I died
For ages this madness has driven me to death In nighttime my soulless carcass awaken Her whispers in the air will turn my dreams into reality Searching
Luring my mind to this endless way of death and pain to deal with the endless day Death multiples again again This huge amount of the dead bodies on
In this land of thousand of thousand skies This land of promises Your every nightmare is about to come true now A dream of pain, a sea of blood in this
[Instrumental]
Inside my thoughts I can remember you You look at the open window As the curtains move like the wind that is blowing Inside my thoughts I can remember
The touch of your hand on my face felt like heaven I have suffered for many decades Without a single moment of tranquillity The distant heart of mine
say Because, Rah Digga remains raw (Follow the rules, ya hear me, uh?) Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm Some say part depressed
me goes Rattle my cage Do I look I want to be bothered Like I care about the glow, my life is a Commode I like my depression a-la-mode, on the road
life to be Nine to five now systems overload Just trying to get by living in the mode: Work first then find the time To drink it away To try and hide depressions
Depression is a fashion breakdown and use yourself im high off paranoia ill wait and kiss myself i think ill sleep forever get myself up again we got
