Song: Death
The sky set out like a pathway
But who decides which road we take.
Небо похоже на тропу,
Но кто решает, какую дорогу мы выберем?
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MegaMozg 18-11-2020 / 23:24
Or I will be silent, covering my mouth with my hands, as if I were crying.
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MegaMozg 18-11-2020 / 23:21
I live on the right side, I sleep on the left.
That's why everything is got to be love or death.
I'm living right, sleeping on the left.
That's why it should be shared in love and death.
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 12:32
Fears got a hold on me.
I was filled with fear.
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 12:31