Though all appears to be clear to me, I realise this absurd reality.
Of the excuses I have grown weary when I trust the progression naively. This is it, my destiny, between woe and mirth. Though I'm given amnesty, seems it has no worth.
In favour of foresight, I boast....
I expect that the peace will not persist and I lack the fortitude to resist. Will you hear again my cry, as you know my mind— this spiritually-deceased, impenitent beast?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.