Nick Efremov - December | Текст песни

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• Nick Efremov
• December

Again they're flying.
The birds inside my heart,
Today i am trying,
To cut them all apart.

So clear around me,
And deafening silence of
The world. And i am,
Just want to cut them off.

So close to fear,
Too far from clear mind,
I hold my sea
In shores that i have found.

Again. They're flying.

So close to cloud,
Too far from clear sun,
My sea so loud,
It makes my ear stunned,
Again.

My frosen sea
Again. They're flying.

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