Be calm... The light you see, it's gone. Is fading away like the most genuine smiles Printed on your face, they were... Now replaced by restless candors And anguished silences... We all watch The Ballad of Hanged Men.
O my dear sun Thy light of yours I don't see anymore Overshadowed by quiet, slick bodies Left by the Ballad of Hanged Men.
Look Mom. There are suspended Bodies, I told her Slowly squeezing more and more The rope that my neck held Because I wanted to do the Ballad of Hanged Men...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
