Stream şarkı sözleri

My life is ending The old rotine has blended Give me cup of glasses to break my neck again The yellow statue will bloom burning my room Give me cup of ashes, nobody will learn About the streams The dead won't wake up, the end is here Maybe I could end it sooner than I could Give me cup of glasses to hurt myself inside You can live with pressures of the skies Blue can be in your eyes But the prince will be thy lives And they'll never know what lies Swallow swallow, little swallow Do as the wish of the prince Steal the saphires from his eyes And then throw them in their stream Bring them joy and happines As you stand upon your feet Make them happy then you die Life wasn't in your stream ["You have rightly chosen", said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of Gold the Happy Prince shall praise me"]