97 [English translation]
97 [English translation]
To fall asleep,
I repeat your name a hundred times
So as not to forget the sound it'd make
If it ever came and broke my silence
I never get tired of it,
It's different each time
It's just as if it had been made
To be uttered b my voice
At any time
But you can't spell who I am
And you never let me enter your home
And, you know, I'd bleed myself dry
To make sure you'll always have enough red on your lips
I think about you
Even when I'm not thinking
Even when I manage to empty my mind,
You turn it into a precipice
I love the fall, a lot more
Than any other hill
I'll make sure that the bus number 97
Never ever stops
But you can't spell who I am
And you never let me enter your home
And, you know, I'd bleed myself dry
To make sure you'll always have enough red on your lips
- Artist:Peter Peter
- Album:Peter Peter