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If you were music
It would become mine
But far from art
Descendants of hellish devils
We moan only in the morning
Under the fiery light of the rays
Don't let the rain put us out
It's an honor for me to burn
It's hard with you and I can't breathe
Lungs will fill with load
Yes, and it doesn’t break, it accumulates
Okay, I see he's settled in
Scratch my back to my heart
To feel my every knock
This thirst and the power of inertia
Don't give in to blood and fear
And without you I feel like I have no hands
And look, everything is broken around
And you answer illness with illness
And kisses instead of science
And without you I feel like I have no hands
Everything is broken
But if you were music
It would become mine
But far from art
Descendants of hellish devils
We moan only in the morning
Under the fiery light of the rays
Don't let the rain put us out
It's an honor for me to burn
There's nothing to talk about without you
As if he were breaking ribs and a skull
The last stations are breaking down
Well, there are different situations
Maybe we can get a little closer to each other?
Maybe we can write out all the notes together?
Maybe we'll make a vicious circle
Only the click of a key will be heard
And without you I feel like I have no hands
And look, everything is broken around
And you answer illness with illness
And kisses instead of science
And without you I feel like I have no hands
Everything is broken