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Первая попытка написать что-то на английском. Получилась какая-то бессмыслица, но это моё мнение - правду выбирать вам.
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Our last hour is over
No time to think or explain
Take me to your little cover
Take me to your little land

Society rotting so fast
So i'm stucked alone in the past
I don't know if somebody have cure
But i find this cure in you

You showed me the secret of life
You hid the full truth for me too
But in the end i want to try
to pass my time only with you

You showed me the secret of life
But you killed my beliefs in our world
But truly i don't want to cry
Because with you I feel myself whole

Now my blood is only black water
And all my thoughts are smashed in a porridge
I don't think my heart will become more hotter
After all this ages in the dusty storage

I talk about our world
With its difficult mazes and pathes
And i feel happy to keep and hold
your hand... And wet pack of matches.