Zaprot Vokrys - Brotherhood of Dream (master version) | Текст песни

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1. The gifts that we shall never buy
Will go to their hell when they die
for the gifts anyone does not need are said to be sinners
You may say it's unfair
But fairness is not yet invented for gifts in the world of dinners

And the flowers you kill one by one
To avenge the last hope, which is gone,
Will not haunt you,
I will tell you a tale
Of a girl that's a ghost of herself

R: She's the sense of me,
She's the look of me,
It's so kind of me to be free.
There's no need to be alone
If they say we are happy,
It's the lie of me,
It's the light of me,
My design

2. Steppin' to, steppin' fro as you lead
We are everything we do not need
With mothers living instead of us, fathers against us.
You may say it's a fake
And pretend you are not just a card in a hand in the world of gamers.

But there's no-one tj whom he belongs
When he comes to me dressed in his songs,
I won't listen
As you tell me a tale
Of a face shining above.

R(1) It's the sense of me,
It's the look of me...

R(2) It's the sense of him,
Brotherhood of dream,
It's so kind of me not to cry:
Not every song of olden days
Is as good as we think it,
It's the lie of me,
It's the light of me,
My regret

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