Cel-lingvo: Angla
Go, don’t think of me
Go, take my heart away
In any case let it stay on you, you’re very tired and upset
Take my trust away, kill my faith
LET'S GIVE A SLAP TO THE LAST HOPE, HIT
Impossible, this can’t be done to us
My heart isn’t quiet, it's going crazy
Impossible, this doesn’t suit us
I’m afraid of the violence of my love
Listen, this is my silent cry
Water is rare
Think, what colour did we add to deep seasons
Us now, don’t we exist anymore
Stop, see my death, sit down
This is the layer the story of my life needs.
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