Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
Russian Red
If my hands weren't there, like I saw in the stream
Of the drawings been made on a full colour screen
If they weren't to be found, then what else
Could I be?
If your hands weren't there, like I saw in my dreams
And the poets we made, had all gone, disappeared
Then what else, then what else
Could I be?
If your hands and my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
To escape from this world, from this no past land
If I looked in the windows while walking pass through
If I stared at the willows with my seven black truths
If my eyes were to see what belongs to your mind…
If you'd like, keep perceiving what lies on my back
And your eyes will shine through the glass of my wine
And the windows, the willows, the pillows, and your mouth
If your hands and my hands strolled together around
If they were to make friends we'd be possibly up
To escape from this world, from this no past land
No Past Land was written by Russian Red.
No Past Land was produced by Fernando Vacas.