Текст песни hate native name - Мерси

The new spring brought pain,
Thousands of names, thousands of times,
Very big words.
I said, "Yes ...
Far will not go away
Without the bedrock of knowledge. "

But the glass of the hard fought tiles
Fifteen years of the Gaddafi regime,
And where were you when your buddy
I became your friend in all the concepts?

Hurt denying views
Now who will be next?
You know ...
I remember you another.

But you're still looking at somewhere above.
And here do not like these concerts,
And every time someone hears
Since you removed your interest.

Mercy ...
But I have little worry
For those who wanted to leave,
After all, the last word in the eye
Do not tell me none of them.

I will leave and not come back,
I'm gone, and you do not expect.
I'll go and can not wait,
When the rains come to an end.
I'll go - we're even now,
I'm gone, do not you see.
I'll go and maps bits -
Do not say anything.

Do not say anything:
It burns a fire inside.
And I do not look in the eye,
Do not say anything.

It's rain, not the tears - it's simple,
And you do not build on fantasy castle.
Portraying played in adults,
We swallowed the senselessness framework.

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