There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves,
as though we were drowning inside our hearts,
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

Pablo Neruda

    Hip Hop
    • Version: 3
    • Type: Original
    • 169 bpm
    • Key: Bm
    • © Creative Commons: Attribution, Noncommercial
    • Bad Harzburg, Deutschland
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