When you search the answer at the bottom of empty eyes
being dissolved in melancholy of city days, cold days
when you lose love once again
there is a dream, and you live with it, live with it...
everything, that does not kill us today
tomorrow will make us more strongly...
someone wants to buy us every time
we simply try to turn on light inside people
but let that these words known to everyone
we keep our purpose and we go to it, we go to it...
everything, that does not kill us today
tomorrow will make us more strongly...
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