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Het regent in de stad, sinds vanochtend vroeg,
Het wordt nu snel donker
Al je lichten zijn gedoofd
En je vrienden bewegen over het scherm
Je probeert me te vergeten
Maar het geluid van de regen
Fluistert je zacht mijn woorden toe
En je wilt je voorgoed verbergen

En de regen, de regen
De regen die houdt aan

Het regent in de stad, sinds vanochtend vroeg
En het wordt donker in je hart
Alleen de gloed van het scherm
Licht nu nog je kamer op
Je probeert me te vergeten
Maar het geluid van de regen

Herinnert je aan de geheimen die we delen
En je raakt steeds meer in de war

En de regen, de regen
De regen die houdt aan

Trek de deur zacht achter je dicht
Als iemand die ontsnappen wil
En kom naar die vertrouwde kroeg
Die open blijft, de hele nacht
Laat heel even je gezicht zien
Dan vraag ik je om een vuurtje
En mocht je niet meer roken
Dan vraag ik je wat je drinkt

MP3 here of this artist click  Goran Bregovic

Well my past came in
You dropped the ball
It didn’t change the way I feel
And I was wishin I’d break down your walls
A kiss will know if flips things still

There is a line I cross
There when you missed, a loss
I’m not a loser
Girl, you know that I’ll be back again

My deal, I went for the steal
Maybe it was rushed
Oh, my crush
I gotta crush

I suppose that I could hold it in
But you excite my every cell
Sources say that senses are your friend
My senses say that I should tell
…You that I’m not ashamed
You might just feel the same

But you have to try it
If you’re ever really gonna know

My deal, ill wait for the steal
Maybe it was rushed
Oh, my crush
I gotta crush

I want to
I need to
I have to
I need you…so much
It’s your touch
Girl you’re too much and I cant control it
You got me all over the road

My deal
Ill wait for the steal
Maybe it was rough
Oh, my crush
Damage in my soul
You blew me up but I don’t mind
I just can’t get in time

So do you x3
Oh, my crush…

There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
Gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they’ll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There’s no hiding in my memory.
There’s no room to void.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they’ve more lifeblood than before.
They’re moving. They’re moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle’s eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
“We’ve got to get in to get out
We’ve got to get in to get out.”

There’s only one direction in the faces that I see;
It’s upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.

Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they’re free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
“We’ve got to get in to get out
We’ve got to get in to get out.”

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight;
It’s the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
“We’ve got to get in to get out
We’ve got to get in to get out.”

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
“We’ve got to get in to get out
We’ve got to get in to get out.”