You can't cross the line..
And there is no genuine smiles.
A strange similarity of past and future.
When inspiration will disappear.
Slaves of our own schemes.
Useful only as a pawns.
Not fly above the rooftops, but we must to try..
And I don't know why I still have fear.
When inspiration will disappear.
Slaves of our own schemes.
Useful only as a pawns.
I want to hear the lullaby of wind.
When the game is over.
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