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Let us cry ...
< Felix Komarov
We cry in open-heart surgery,
Pain and joy as the two pages,
Open the door to the world,
And carrying him slowly.
Live does not hurt knowing death,
But no it is not met,
Only the night screaming kids,
If the lamp lights disappeared.
Where was the light before it starts?
And where he went afterwards?
And any little response,
When darkness lives outside.
We cry like rain on the roof ...
Let sing the pain in the pipe.
Maybe you'll be able to hear the darkness,
As the dream of the soul and destiny.
We cry in open-heart surgery,
Pain and joy as the two pages,
Open the door to the world,
And carrying him slowly.
Live does not hurt knowing death,
But no it is not met,
Only the night screaming kids,
If the lamp lights disappeared.
Where was the light before it starts?
And where he went afterwards?
And any little response,
When darkness lives outside.
We cry like rain on the roof ...
Let sing the pain in the pipe.
Maybe you'll be able to hear the darkness,
As the dream of the soul and destiny.
