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Two thousand thirteen moons
Suggested ridiculous game
But the light of bygone stars
Still light.
You're so hard to believe -
Your way from the wall to the wall.
Answer:
You got me or not?
Unfortunately I am weak, weak as he was an eyewitness
Events on Bald Mountain.
I can foresee,
But I can not predict.
But if you suddenly see
My eyes in the window
Know
I came to stop you from sleeping.

My generation is silent on the corners,
My generation does not dare to sing,
My generation feels the pain
But once again, he puts himself under the lash.

My generation looks down,
My generation is afraid of the day,
My generation cherishes night
And in the morning eating itself.

Blue-green day
He got up, where the storm has passed.
What an amazing holiday,
But it is clearly not enough of us.
You're so hard to decide, you are accustomed to
Weigh - against, weigh - over.
Understand
I'm giving you a chance.
Being alive - my craft,
It's the audacity, but it's in the blood.
I can read the names in the clouds
Those who are able to fly.
And if you ever
Feel the pulse of the Great Love,
Know
I came to help you get up.