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- в моих руках
He sits on his rooftop
She opens his wine
He's drinking alone
And it's not the first time
He stares at her back and he traces that sweet line
He feels the chill
As it touches his heart
- держись
Something must be done
A western face cries from the pages
See a child with a gun
The same mistakes run through the ages
See a bullet burn
Bought from a country we charge with peace
Watch the tables turn
- сын
Too few letters that were sent, too few photographs for me to see.
Just to know you held the pen
Selfish pleasures in my make believe.
The nights are way too long, and I'm not strong like you.
I cant breathe without you, son
My beautiful boy,