Everything has been said, everything,
In melancholy songs,
That doesn't interest you,
That interests me more,
br/>It has hints of deja vu...
But when we have more hope,
When we feel really small,
We need to die the top of the clouds...
Oh no,
I walk in the snow and it's heavy...
Oh no,
A dying heart again. ..
When we have no one,
We feel so miserable,
We see abominable things,
We wonder if it would be better to go elsewhere...< br/>But when you are alone,
You are your own master on board,
Less than the slave of your remorse,
The end of the world is for tomorrow...
Prisoner of the sea,
Like a boat broken in the ice,
I would like to go away,
I can no longer fly away,
I remains frozen in my nightmare...
I've been waiting for a long time,
For someone to love me a little from time to time,
I need of air and I need to exist...
Oh no,
Yet another heavy dream...
Oh no,
Another my heart that dies...
But when we have no one,
We make people unforgivable,
We see terrible things,
We wonder if it is better not to pass elsewhere...
But when we are alone,
We are half-master, half-slave,
With indisputable freedom,
The end of the world is for tomorrow...
So we go,
Into a merciless desert,
An unforgettable solitude,
And we wonder if it would be better to go elsewhere.. .
But when we are alone,
We are half-master, half-slave,
The kind of life we u200bu200bare preparing for ourselves,
The end of world is for tomorrow...
When we are alone,
We feel so miserable,
We see abominable things,
We wonder if it is better not to pass elsewhere...
But when you are alone,
We make people unforgivable...

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