There is nothing left
From our life
We are standing on the bridge
We are cold
In the blue sky
surround
Useless
Thousands of regrets
I draw
Childish
Doors on the wall
(we are tormented
of the same thirst...)
We are the same
How we look
In our eyes
Traces of a thousand
And then
We hit each other
With hatred and force
We forgot
To talk
- little wool
Without eyes
Without a voice
What would he like to say
(because all we have is a crazy fear...)
We are the same
Your eyes
My eyes
Thoughts of wax
Your thought
My thought< br/>Dreaming of flying
Let's wait
New miracles
And new vows
We have left
Only a dream
and that one lies to us
(that no matter what
We go forward...)
We are the same

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