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Слова: Blind; Музыка: Таур When tomorrow sun Will rise and light the world You will look at him With the somber smile
Course its shining light Will open you a secret Worlds become a desert Its Your World, which died
You look around But cant stop your eyes Theres none to find Only sun, that rise
But observe yourself Its beginning or end Mystery for you Hard to understand
God! Don't use to be so cruel! God! You play horrific rules!
In your little head Hurricane of thoughts To describe your presence You wont find words
You try wake yourself From the horror sleeping Biting arms to blood Who is so mean!?
God! Don't use to be so cruel! God! You play horrific rules!
Apocalyptic morning Youre alone on Earth No lands in South No ice in North
Someones global reason Has destroyed the World Mixed all in dirt Somber, dull and cold
You are disconcerted Left on empty island No trees, no cities No love, no violence
God is also silent Hes abandoned humans He is also tired Of restoring ruins
Could any man imagine To become the last Fin of evolution Handful of a dust
May be all mankind Chose and trusted you But you lie in crying Poor helpless view
God! Don't use to be so cruel! God! You play horrific rules!
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