Song: Amore
And let out of the trap there is no escape,
I'm knocking on heart's dead again:
I do not have souls, I don't have the money
To pay for your dislike.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 15:54
A long corridor, every step like a knife;
You, yearning for me, for me;
You, yourself, blaming, became for me
Sweeter than wine, worse than a garrote...
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 15:54
I left the shackles of indifference days
From the senseless sorrow empty;
I don't have enough horseshoes
I didn't have the horses
To keep up with your beauty.
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MegaMozg 02-01-2017 / 15:54
