Five hours of waiting, a throwback in time in a large metal bird flaps its wings hard breaking the sound of the sky, land and sea, beyond the clouds to 50 degrees below zero, thousands of kilometers of distance ... None of that mattered ... Your eyes would heal everything. Fatigue, sleep deprivation, pain ... all disappears when you walk on stage at full speed ... 're my vaccine to all evil.
sounds in my head Vals.
five hours, back to my era, the wings of my bird sounds bad, it seems that will not last long, soon die, again on land and sea, now the clouds are black, cold is more noticeable, the weigh km. .. I have no your eyes ... Ill be back.
There is no music ...
I miss you.
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