Текст песни Fatamorgana - Mar Malade

One car in a caravan
Of cars in the Saturday heat
Hot sun on the autobahn
And I'm left with a fantasy

Marathon keeps dragging on
And the radio weatherman speaks
'bout a paradox phenomenon
Of a dream that you'll never ever reach

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Time flies like a pelican
It's a journeyman's fever dream
But I still got ham in a can
And stamina like a dromedary

I try repositioning
But it moves proportionately
I will never ever reach that shimmering thing
And I'm left with a fantasy, ooh

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Fatamorgana
Fatamorgana

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