I dont like summer.
I dont like the sun in white.
I hate questions unanswered.
And the sky after sunrise.
You dont know how terrible to live on this planet
I losing myself here and all that I had.
СH:
Where are my rose-colored glasses? Where?
My saving rocket, where are you?
You should carry me to happiness.
All devices lied.
We will surely die.
We walk in a circle.
this is our last night.
This planet no longer needs me.
And I feel every cell of the body
that it was not for me.
СH:
Where are my rose-colored glasses? Where?
My saving rocket, where are you?
You should carry me to happiness.
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