otter pond - блудный сын | Текст песни

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Like a junior Christ
I walk by these waves away from here
but I'm surely moored in this harbor of fear
I believe not in daemons, but they're still inside
Writhing their faces they desperately cry

Like a nomadic child who's frightened by the future days
I set my eyes at every strangers' empty face
Beseech to thee,o Lord, I'm a lowly one
I need a way to go deliver me above

Like a prodigal I do see not end for my martyrs
And this wasted soil it swallows up my bitter tears

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