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Adrian Berinde - Trapped in Useless (cover)
If you could see me
how I stand and do not breathe
waterless and motionless,
trapped in useless
my shadow would be
the gift of one day
for the threadless ball
weaved of uselessness
But suddenly I smoked a cloud
and since then I pretend to fly
And if you would want me fallen
towards the sky too high
towards other worlds to shout
that my summer harbors frost
I'll be yet the same
So end this wishful thinking
for those are just cheap thoughts
all forgotten in uselessness
But suddenly I smoked a cloud
and since then I pretend to fly
And if you would want me fallen
towards the sky too high
towards other worlds to shout
that my summer harbors frost
I'll be yet the same
So end this wishful thinking
for those are just cheap thoughts
all forgotten in uselessness