Текст песни Manulishshe - Кровь на руках

We all love the sky
We are all a little sick
With this obsession
Happiness to find

One was looking for a pack of hounds
Who would be with her every night
And she could play with them forever
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Everything she was to me
Broke and blood on my hands
Everything has gone into the distance and everything that is
There is blood on the stage and the dance is death
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In the outside world they are all
Only shadows of dreams gone
But inside, in her soul
They became eternal power

They tried to draw me there
Into these web of lies and ashes
My soul has not drunk
Sweet poison from a hypocrite

She still loved the sky
But I deprived her of the rays of light
And the day it ends
Her dogs are just a flock of sheep