Текст песни «Auteurs - Donc Trust The Stars»
Слова песни:
Who cares about
your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
on stones
I donaae? think
aa??t was meant to be?
I donaae? think
aa??t just had to be?
So how can it be pre-arranged
When thereaaa no order anyway
I found myself barefoot
on stone
I donaae? think it was destiny
It wasnaae? in the stars that day
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Donaae? trust the stars
I know itaaa?" insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
Thereaaa?" a path for you
I know itaaa?" make
it seem mundane
It makes it all seem
so mundane
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Donaae? trust the stars