Testo di Estonia

Two decades Of sweet relief Made it with sweetest Sweetest of leaves From nature But what’s more real Than death in itself And on he rambles At it again Out of his face Again He won’t argue At peace with Things too forget He doesn’t remember Remember a thing Of what they did to him All he wants For things to make sense For everyone else At it again Out of his face Again To be he might not But he knows Knows what it feels like To be left alone Again He on his own now With nowhere to go out With all this Cus they all Have something better To do Than to deal with two decades Of sweet relief Made it with sweetest Sweetest of leaves For his own good Something to use