Below is the lyrics of the song Snow Drums , artist - Piano Magic with translation
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Piano Magic
Three on the backseat as we drive home from rehearsal
There’s snow on the drums
The snare shudders like a cold ghost between my mittens
In the trunk, guitars slide like dead over dead
It’s stopped snowing
We think we see foxes
I breathe a canvas on the window to write your name on the landscape
The sky is a grey flint from coast to coast with birds frozen in
Magic Trees share the dashboard with a Playdoh Jesus
Grappelli and Reinhardt lock horns on the radio
I draw a black skull on my jeans, not thinking, through to the skin
The headlamps come on at five
I miss you bad
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