Cause I Just Can Love Some Dead Persons - Zubrowska

Sweet sky, calm night

The wind’s whistling between the marble

Stare at the moon yeah stare

It’s the same for everybody

Lie on the ceiling just opposite your lovely corpse

Watch my tender hands who making again this opened up Face

Because people like beautiful Faces, ties and expansive perfumes

HOW MY TENDER HANDS ARE GATHERING YOUR FLESH

MY TENDER HANDS ARE SEWING BACK YOUR FLESH

And I’m gathering and keeping your rests

So preciously, with so much love

MY TENDER HANDS ARE GATHERING YOUR FLESH

MY TENDER HANDS ARE SEWING BACK YOUR FLESH

It’s so beautiful

Yesterday I’ve killed my parents

Will you believe me if I say

That I love them so much better and stronger now?

'CAUSE I JUST CAN LOVE SOME DEAD PERSONS

YES I JUST CAN LOVE SOME DEAD PERSONS

CAUSE IF SOMEONE’S GOOD IT’S A DEAD PERSON.

And I need so much love

Now I’m sure to know your feelings

I’ll no more be afraid by what you think

I’m sure, I’ll no more be afraid

GO TO HELL!

You’ve my lovely dear dead…