Our life
Please look at my prison
Where beats my heart
You don’t have so many reasons
Not to see - the walls are so hard
This world is somehow dark
Like an old, unkempt park
I'm waiting for peace
It will come after your kiss
Time flies from season to season
And I hope to see that part
When your words were like a benison
Our life is just a сhart
This world is somehow dark
Like an old, unkempt park
I'm waiting for peace
And there will be bliss
02.02.2025
Наша жизнь
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