Baking a crisp loaf for someone else,
But I was disappointed many nice nights,
To wake up with new anger the next day
I was humble, higher than the hell of those,
Who is fooling themselves with bad smells
Send a shawl for a clean future
Forced silence to be the greatest,
My heart - yell.
My free soul still leaves me today
Memorable and maybe more beautiful songs;
Offered money for my great revenge,
The priest said: Son, get to the Lord -
And I knew who would come back empty-handed,
Brings an invisible sad revolver;
Flashing heart, victorious
I'm the one who needs to be happy
To do the truth, to bless
Behold, these harsh memories.
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