3 июн. 2021 г., 19:48

Behind this Bars XIX.VII.2016 

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The chilling void of distant constellation
I hear calling me tonight;
The empty breath of cursed desperation
Is my beloved, my friend and bride.

 

Where is my smiled mask -
I can't find it anywhere...
That way I lose my voice to ask,
That way I lose my will to dare.

 

Behind this fucking bars
I see a shining star tonight;
She shine for me among all stars -
She's my begining, is my end, she is my light.

 

The empty breath of dismal desperation
Is my beloved, friend and bride;
The chilling void of distant constelation
I hear, calling me tonight.

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