Artist: Marcel Khalife
Album: Fall of the Moon
Two eyes lost in color. Green before grass
is green. Blue before dawn is blue. They
mimic water's color, then dart a hazel look
toward the lake and turn it green.
The widen when stars stroll on the roof,
constrict in love's bed. They open to receive
a dream that glimmers in the night's lids,
and close to receive honey that pours from a
beehive. They lift poplars and willows higher.
And escape from mirrors that are too narrow
for them. They are who they are at night,
two mirrors of my unknown fate.
Two eyes, clear, cloudy, truthful, liars,
|1||Fall of the moon|
|2||The pigeons fly|
|3||A song on my mind|
|4||And we love life|
|6||The stranger's bed|
|8||Oh, my proud wound|
|10||The poem of the land|
|12||Waltz for rita's winter|
|15||Now, in exile|
|16||The most beautiful love|
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|Marcel Khalife - Fall of the Moon Album Lyrics|
|1.||Fall of the moon|
|2.||The pigeons fly|
|3.||A song on my mind|
|4.||And we love life|
|6.||The stranger's bed|
|8.||Oh, my proud wound|
|10.||The poem of the land|
|12.||Waltz for rita's winter|
|15.||Now, in exile|
|16.||The most beautiful love|
|3||The most beautiful love|
|4||Now, in exile|
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