Poetry - The Troubadour Of Sophia | Текст песни

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Ancient cries
lights up knowledge
the conscience dreams and doesn't see
fleeting is the time
is then necessary the cain
of the philosophical thought
the fight of the man
ether in the lungs
doesn't let me breath, let me understand
soul destruction,
and with it existential uncertainty
sophia, where you are...
come and receive your troubadour
give me wings and gide me
wake up my slept reason
human reason, too much...
if my pen doesn't write
maybe the ink will be tears.

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