"Some Constellation"
Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin
Birds on her pillow
And paper lanterns hangin’ from the ceiling
Sticky stars aglow
Mappin’ out some constellation
I’m tired of standing in the light outside her window
For her I would row to the ends of my imagination.
Pleasure to behold
A silhouette so real yet oh so static
Measured and controlled
Let’s down her hair, takes off her army jacket
I’m tryin to figure out what’s right—do i stay or go?
My, for all she doesn’t know…
And paper lanterns hangin’ from the ceiling
Sticky stars aglow
Mappin’ out some constellation
I’m tired of standing in the light outside her window
For her I would row to the ends of my imagination.
Pleasure to behold
A silhouette so real yet oh so static
Measured and controlled
Let’s down her hair, takes off her army jacket
I’m tryin to figure out what’s right—do i stay or go?
My, for all she doesn’t know…
It's not right, I'm your sole satellite floating undetected orbiting your somnambulant light
It's not right, you're my lone satellite but I'm only ever near you in the middle of the night
Okay, mga kapatid, sabay sabay nating punasan ang mga nangilid nating luha at tayo'y sumandal sa pader.
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