Obol

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Looking for this last breath
First flap of the wings
Dirty road on timeless thoughts
Shore that fits this soul
Detaching us…Spoken sublime words
Soothing rain appears

Filling, washing
This familiar face
Dirt on my skin
With every drop
I’m collecting sins
In our forgotten place

Ref:
Blossom time and waiting land
Convey the feelings in the ferryman’s hand
Cavity I’ve made inside
For a falling, for a falling coin

Refrain from screaming, blame the anger
Pick up a stone, and a bleeding heart
While I still shout to God
Right in front of you
Molded in a hopeless mist
Bending my shapes through you
Should I evolve into something true?
I’ll hold this image
Until my turn comes

Underneath my feet, riverbed inside out
Looking for proof, searching for a halo


Ref:
Blossom time and waiting land
Convey the feelings in the ferryman’s hand
Blossom time and waiting land
Convey the feelings
Cavity I’ve made inside
For a falling coin

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from Obol, released May 4, 2016

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Members: Branislav Etinski - Vocals; Arpad More & Strahinja Milutin - Guitars; Goran Zečević - Bass; Zoltan Šimon - Drums.

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