Running like a weasel.mp4
#музыка #music #English #sunrise #рассвет Название: Running like a weasel Автор: Шихалева Анастасия Исполнитель: Suno ai Tg-канал: https://t.me/music_for_the_soul1125 Vk: https://vk.ru/for_the_your_soul Ютуб: https://www.youtube.com/@Echoofthesoul-c6l Текст: The sun, a drop of molten gold Lifts up the edges of my doubt Cuts through the mist around my window Pulls all the shadows inside out The earth rolls over in its sleep Lets out a long and quiet sigh Gives in to something small and holy Spilling slow across the sky Running like a weasel through the cracks in the street Light on the rooftop Light in my chest Sneaking through the curtains where the dark used to be You find every corner You leave nothing left Running like a weasel through the cracks in the street Stealing all the night from under my feet Granite steps begin to steam Cold stone starts to thaw and breathe Dew on the rail shakes like a teardrop Clings, then finally leaves Every window facing east Holds up its empty coffee cup Waiting for that first bright To touch the happiness and lift it up
#музыка #music #English #sunrise #рассвет Название: Running like a weasel Автор: Шихалева Анастасия Исполнитель: Suno ai Tg-канал: https://t.me/music_for_the_soul1125 Vk: https://vk.ru/for_the_your_soul Ютуб: https://www.youtube.com/@Echoofthesoul-c6l Текст: The sun, a drop of molten gold Lifts up the edges of my doubt Cuts through the mist around my window Pulls all the shadows inside out The earth rolls over in its sleep Lets out a long and quiet sigh Gives in to something small and holy Spilling slow across the sky Running like a weasel through the cracks in the street Light on the rooftop Light in my chest Sneaking through the curtains where the dark used to be You find every corner You leave nothing left Running like a weasel through the cracks in the street Stealing all the night from under my feet Granite steps begin to steam Cold stone starts to thaw and breathe Dew on the rail shakes like a teardrop Clings, then finally leaves Every window facing east Holds up its empty coffee cup Waiting for that first bright To touch the happiness and lift it up
