Depressive Age – My Wine

There’s a castle burning, fallen is the bridge

There’s a good smell inside, water will not switch

So let it run in silence, let the flames their ways

Sometimes you’ll remember the smokie summerdays

Celebration in a new day’s dawn

The line of black boxes march along

Kiss their hands, don’t wait to make a try

To touch souls on journey to the sky – goodbye

My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free

Talks in things I see, in my fantasy

Hurting down from fever deep below

Pissdrop-silence in the new year snow

I sense a warm ray, don’t let it end

Yellow snow is in my mouth and in my hand – I sense you, man

My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free

Talks in things I see, in my fantasy

And all day it is the same I see

Castles burning, hold the lights for me

In the shadow, care to steer your flight

You know spiders spin their cobwebs so tight – I fight, I die

My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free

Talks in things I see, in my fantasy

My wine walks with me, where I go to be

Walks and talks with me, in sick harmony