She's gone from Epic by Jet Packs

I loved to see her playing in her own box, to find her crawling on the wall,
she always welcomed me by moving her antennas, I gave a cucumbers to her
and she ate them and she was chewing sweetly,
but the last time she didn't eat anything...

Dear friend
Quiet friend
Silent and devoted
I can't believe
That you are
Already not here
While the view of the world stays the same

I remember one day of the last summer, I was squinting in the sun,
there was the box with me there was a snail in it so little and so young
and she came to me like a sign of summer, the one haven't spent so obscured...

Little Death
Little Death
Not smaller
Than anyone's else
You passed away
And this dark abyss
Is thing we can not understand

I think all the snales
Should go to heaven
Cause they know:
There're not so many
things to speak about
loud or speak about at all.

• Punk
• Punk Rock
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