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Текст песни Blajeans/en

Maybe it was a cloud
In your eyes the sky became grey
Mine are mistaken
For it surely wasn't a tear
The sky is blue
Your eyes shrink like blue jeans
My eyes ache
They have both dried out

Maybe it was a dream
Maybe my brain is tumble-dried and emptied
Washed out and washed up
Otherwise I would have never forgotten
Maybe I have a shell
A hard impenetrable beetle shell
Of outgrown clothes
A little child who can reach the ceiling

Why can't I get myself into your blue jeans