I can also walk with my nose up, without falling blood from my inside.
Can I walk ? can I run from here to whatever?
Moscow, Budapeste, Vienna, Barcelona, Marseille, Liverpool, Glasgow, Edinburgh,...
Snow white...
Cruel like the lightning from the storm riders...
Rain on my head...
I desespare in a black night...I see you around my hands...I hold you tie
I jump over the trees, I search the soul eraser.
In all colour, in red, in green, in black, in yellow, in White...
I fell you sweet around my neck, your strenght and your burned fingers...
I will fall, just for a moment...before
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