@fonti1988 This song is for the hand upon her shoulder, a prayer for the intoxicated soldier, who raped her before he even told her. She was too young to have lived so many lives. Amsterdam was cruel in the wintertime, amsterdam was not fit for these petty lives. Amsterdam was so hard for the worker's lives, amsterdam was cruel, don't you know. The autumn night was the unforgotten elegy, a doomed and cruel self-fulfilling prophecy, a requiem for his everlasting legacy. Some call it suicide...
@fonti1988 ...I'd call it murder. In Amsterdam they sing the holy songs at night, the vespers of their chosen people's endless plight, the sacred hymns and prayers to help retain the light, in amsterdam they sing these songs all night. La la la la la, la la la la. La la la la la, la la la. La la la la la, la la. La la la la la. The autumn night was the unforgotten elegy, a doomed and cruel self-fulfilling prophecy, a requiem for his everlasting legacy. Some call it suicide...
beautiful!
palteonato 2 months ago
doesn't someone know where i can find the lyrics?
fonti1988 3 months ago
AwonOmokunrinIbado 2 weeks ago
@AwonOmokunrinIbado Whoops, that should be "so hard for the worker's wives".
AwonOmokunrinIbado 2 weeks ago
@AwonOmokunrinIbado thank you very much!
fonti1988 2 weeks ago
AwonOmokunrinIbado 2 weeks ago