The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
Full of the constancy in chance
Of the smile at heart a groan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
Flowers are they in a vase
Of no human workmanship
The unnatural that dismays
And the strange strong as a whip
Flowers are they in a vase
Of no human workmanship
They have the scent of troubled peace
Of disturbed halls of joy
This the scent they have, which is
A thing half to sting and cloy
They have the scent of troubled peace
Of disturbed halls of joy
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
That of human flesh, of change
Made corruption without moan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
That of human flesh, of change
Made corruption without moan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own.
Brigada AI - The perfume Lyrics
Brigada AI - The perfume Lyrics
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The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
Full of the constancy in chance
Of the smile at heart a groan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
Flowers are they in a vase
Of no human workmanship
The unnatural that dismays
And the strange strong as a whip
Flowers are they in a vase
Of no human workmanship
They have the scent of troubled peace
Of disturbed halls of joy
This the scent they have, which is
A thing half to sting and cloy
They have the scent of troubled peace
Of disturbed halls of joy
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
That of human flesh, of change
Made corruption without moan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
That of human flesh, of change
Made corruption without moan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own.
Have a perfume of their own
Full of the constancy in chance
Of the smile at heart a groan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
Flowers are they in a vase
Of no human workmanship
The unnatural that dismays
And the strange strong as a whip
Flowers are they in a vase
Of no human workmanship
They have the scent of troubled peace
Of disturbed halls of joy
This the scent they have, which is
A thing half to sting and cloy
They have the scent of troubled peace
Of disturbed halls of joy
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
That of human flesh, of change
Made corruption without moan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own
That of human flesh, of change
Made corruption without moan
The unnatural and the strange
Have a perfume of their own.
Writer: Fernando Pessoa
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