Gordon Blaze - Winter | Текст песни

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• Gordon Blaze
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Winter

Winter over my country,
Evil haze over our heads.
Save me. Holy swift riders,
My illusion wants me again.
Play the game
You got it, you got it, you got it,
Let me coming into your home.
That’s my way
You got it, you got it,
Let me dying for your love.

My love and hungry lions,
Emptiness, clouds and me,
Faces of the new masters,
Baby, it’s my widow’s dream.
Play the game
You got it, you got it, you got it,
Let me coming into your home.
That’s my way
You got it, you got it,
Let me dying for your love.

Mother, please cut my hair,
I will be a soldier of this war,
Goodbye, there is no God,
No one hear me no more.
Play the game
You got it, you got it, you got it,
Let me coming into your home.
That’s my way
You got it, you got it,
Let me dying for your love.

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