Мир песен

I feel an urge to melt
To vanish like the day
To fly above the trees
To try another way
My nerves are blowing…
I take my pick… [2x]
My fists are burning…
I need that kick… [2x]
I neet to leave behind
The chains that keep me bound
To spread my winds and fly
So high above the ground
My nerves…
I’ll try another way

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