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- by grace of: Marigold, Philosopher, the Skazki
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- When all the homes of sinner souls
Will drawn inside new melted oceans,
And Ice will conquer their creatures,
And Nice will conquer their bodies!
Nice will conquer their creatures,
Nice will conquer their bodies!
They have been told it multiplies (multitimes),
Crimes against.. The Nature cries..
Tell me what is to remain our descendants?
The future is so scratched now!
The future is so scratched!!
And never listen to each other,
And nothing but this music plays!
And never listen to one another,
And nothing but this music plays!
My Bird is flying through the ocean!
Through the new transparent borders!
But the only thing is..
That I only sing..
When I feel the end.
19/12/2006