Текст песни Libra Season - Jestamang

Colors shining
Violently in the sky
Above the sorcerer's key

She twiddles into
Her fingers and

The moon slowly dips
Below the horizon
And as the sun rises
She squints her eyes

And the new day arrives
For her to despise
She closes the blinds
And takes a sip of her wine

It's the season of libra
And life seems perfectly balanced
So perfectly balanced
Nothing ever happens

Children conceived tonight
Out with the fire of Mary's fright
Now she longs for those
Summery nights

Approaching the autumn of her eyes
She will never know spring
Until the next cycle

She starts
Starts it all a new
New