Just for the first time city is so empty… Without you…
It is difficult to understand for now… But this is true…
The wind’s so strong… You fly away with genius of mine like bird
And I will fly tomorrow with your wings which badly hurt…
The way to peak of fear, to the heart of dreams,
Whole world is stopped for us, for now it seems …
That we already have to fly to heaven, to cognize the sins,
But… But we already has just one way ticket bills
From London to Paris and from Madrid to Berlin.
We’re living lives like jail breakers fights…
How we can love each other: genius and angel!?
When we spend all the time in idiotic flights.
Fligth No. 666
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