Forecasting the eastern rage, dust from the ground raises like black cloud covering the horizon line. An earthquake pushes dropping dry leaves around me.
A crowd without a name! Chaos! Voices!, those who had never seen each other before, Eyes, Steps. those who do not know each other, Chaos! Voices! (Victor Hugo in Feuilles d'Automne)
Those are in a desperate union of destiny: the will to survive And I wanted to survive!
The truth came with the first relieved breath of outcast.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.