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A weary wanderer in a howling wind
Someone sees it
Someone regrets it
and some doesn't
He wears the dust of the road well g
ÃÈs somewhere under the red coat the blood is rusty
Who thinks about him when he is far away
Who thinks about him, if he's not in trouble?
Who thinks about it, it's no longer a shame,
That this is just another Monday under the sky, which the army of slaves arrange
All dragons are protected animals
and there is no one to kill even one, because the law is a wall here
s robs women, and swindles
and no one will call the specialist, because everyone is
Who thinks about him when he is away
Who does he think about it, if he's not in trouble?
Who thinks about it, it's not a shame anymore,
That this is just another Monday under the sky, which the an army of servants direct
just say it
Who cares about him when he is far away
Who cares about him when he is not in trouble?
Who cares, if it doesn't matter...
Well, it's just another Monday under the sky, which the army of slaves takes care of a lot
No you want him, you're not looking for him
But you also want to ask him
You don't want him, you're not looking for him
But you also want to be him
br/>The king's daughter and the beau
All of her stars, she just waits, wishes she would die< br/>But it shines, because love is pure gold
Which crosses the tens of thousands before them