Мёртвые художники - не мои музыкальные руки
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I'm dying
I am in half
Hold at least someone
My heart
Gone in two accounts

She stole
She stole

I burn the stars from boredom
They also say - time heals
Not my musical hands
They will fall on fragile shoulders.

I burn the stars from boredom
They also say - time heals
Not my musical hands
They will fall on fragile shoulders.

I burn the stars from boredom
They also say - time heals
Not my musical hands
They will fall on fragile shoulders.

I burn the stars from boredom
They also say - time heals
Not my musical hands
They will fall on fragile shoulders.