How I got it in my head,
that life would be heavy/burden to carry
That on my shoulders
all the sorrows in the world, are resting
Oh gosh this amount of tragic,
which can not be explained in any way
Who desided(made) that beautiness is all wrong,
unless it has been lost already before
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Whoever dares to sing anymore?
when everything around you collapses
When you fail/get beat up and everything falls apart
and the last bit of faith falls apart
No one can change the chronological order of
the days(time), not at any price
I want to sing, I'm going to sing,
naananannaa, naananannaanaa
Eventually you will be dead
it is the only thing that is known for sure
When even surface of the crystal ball
is snowy or grey
Without the queue number we are waiting in the line,
we are waiting for something for our whole life
Living trought the days being ashamed,
even though in the end this isn't so bad after all
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