Whenever I drown,
I turn on that old voice message,
And it takes me far away.
I suddenly find myself
Among the picturesque paysage
Of unfamiliar roadway.
And you keep on telling
outlandish stories
That often steal my breath away.
They're so full of mountains,
vast deserts and valleys ~
My mind finds them easy to portray.
Ch.: And although you moved in my dreams with your suitcase,
Unpacked all your stuff and placed it my heart,
I feel that I'm getting a little too greedy
When you're not around.
And when magic carpet of imagination
Takes me back home,
to the kingdom of snow,
I secretly beg ocean breezes and mountain ranges
To watch over you, wherever you go.
Ch.: And although you moved in my dreams with your suitcase,
Unpacked all your stuff and placed it my heart,
I feel that I'm getting a little too anxious
When you're not around.
Greedy
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