Minstrel of my heart. Come along with me..with me. On the border of the road, people on its own, they wander in their glances, it is me that's demanding. Oh please, oh please, please the peace. Minstrel of my hands, come along with me, come along with me. No one knows what comes after, no one knows what the reasons are anymore. We are aware, we want to go on. All we know is, life is a value of the future. Minstrel, come along with me and sing a song.
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