Omsk - Curse | Текст песни

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Curse:

May I prophecy?

This curse you shall overcome.

The sun will shine by the spring-time.

May I prophecy?

This disease is not the killing kind.

But a bitter heart will paralyze.

But they don't tell you when you're young

that something like this can happen to anyone.

Take a little time to call upon the stars,

to call upon whatever you want.

Cos they don't tell you when you're young

that something like this can happen to anyone.

So tell your children when their young

that things don't always go the way you want.

I used to know but I don't know anymore.