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[Klemp , Lubitzki] Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing Chemistry has boiled her strings She said: "Built your hut on my wing" Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall from a bridge with suicide toll Now I try to wake her bride call Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us like a double moon in love Kilja writes a poem line in the sand 'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend where a filter breaks the sunstand Secrets in your ever changing suit makes my voice to your substitute 'cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute" Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds Letras de canciones Quiet waves my window sill Real is the miracle And the virgin lust of my new born trust can excite us and delight us Sometimes I wish to fall your cure, then it's jealousy what rules 'cause your bride call would pull a charming bird into your urge From Letras Mania